Open Poetry #45 |
Continum of the Lost and Lonely |
Laverne Pacquire Member
since 2009-11-15
Posts 96 |
Lovers once leaves of trees; Nobody heard them; Too cold for the sunrise; too grave for sleep. Between the radiance of the sky; Between walks in footpatterns of flightless snow. Lovers with footsteps quiet; The fluttering and tipping "he" The retracing in postulate circles "she" Head to shoulders for one another Parallel lines - one flesh - throb and sing. One side: awakening. The other side: primitive snow. Nor lovers, nor she, nor he; It goes on half life - half beating. see also ( poetryandwatertogo.blogspot.com) |
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