Sweep the skies of gulls
To free their enormity
And gently encourage clouds
To thin themselves in the vast blue
All to good purpose
To scan our sights
Over our future ephemeral home
Where anxieties have tired themselves
Into non existence
And Love as sustenance
Will be our sweetmeats
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello - don't think I'll be on every day as sometimes it seems like work and I will wait only for when it's what I hope is some poem that's ok to torture you all with. I think I need Spring maybe?
- Category: Love
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Comments6
Beautiful poetry Lorna. Aye, love conquers all and shall be what we all are to become.... up there someplace.
Don't leave it too long, you'll be missed.
Thanks Dusk for your nice words
poetic brevity with wonderful imagery
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Such nice words - thanks
A fine write Lorna.
Ta Orchi
Words magically woven - super read dear Lorna.
Me smiling..........
Beautiful words Lorna, I totally agree with you.
Spring is nearly here so you will be, hopefully, with us most days.
Andy
Beautiful lines, lovely to read.
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