cast from a mold
of broken innocence
unspoken thoughts
crack the day
pouring rage
of thundering
waterfall chill
upon rested
millpool mind
where a strangeness
of strangers arms
gave comfort
sought and found
and turning now
consumed again
passion courts
a knowing embrace
kissing pictures
upon that breeze
where dances
pillow soft
a tabletop ballet.
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: July 6th, 2021 06:10
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A fine write dusk.
Your expertise in word-play is so engaging dear Dusk as here yet again you intrigue with great ;metaphor - - love the title leading to short line imagery with which I am smitten. A favourite again.
... what a lovely sentiment and wrapped beautifully within a cracking poem of real classic class ...
Exquisitely written, had me dreaming of that tabletop ballet
Congers up thoughts of entanglement.
Very well done, Cheers
"where a strangeness
of strangers arms
gave comfort"
This is so meaningful to me, I may be a stranger but have helped many people by just listening tom them.
Andy
So good I had to read it twice!
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