The shade on the window
kept the morning outside.
Garish , grey and miserable
Christ looks down
from the wooden crucifix
on the wall .
Instead of rejoicing
she shudders
from unending revelations .
A small gurgling creek
wraps around fortitude.
Blue and purple wildflowers
by the musical
water in splays .
Traveling to the left of
the fork
till starlight hit the dirt.
Thorns of the Rose
Violets without .
Intimacy with no submission
strength to strength
in a night
without questions.
Her eyes had the look
of a smile fading.
No respite
part love ,
part war .
Beyond her realm, darkness.
A solemn stone castle
burns midnight blue.
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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Wonderful words WL.
Wonderful words, indeed, and an inspiring remembrance. "Intimacy with no submission, strength to strength, in a night, without question." are powerful and elegant words. My favorite from your poem. I believe this to be a look back at a night of passion, somewhere far away. It may even have been in a different time, long ago. Just brilliant. - Phil A.
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