water at dawn
running by fingertips
onto cold stone
as a robin intones
ripe throated
staccatos
that bounce
along walls
that have seen it all
should one
be happy
wasting days
observing the gap
between taste
and ability
under a giddy sun
that announces all
with just a few
spare syllables
I made a song
to enchant the night
like Scheherazade
striving to hold off
the encroachment
of a decree,
but I've come apart
from the seam
snagged
on the narcissism
of nostalgia
those bright
waterfalls of dust
continue to gather
in fine heaps
by the curtain
and a brown river
smokes on
eddying
inscrutably
in the deep
we are just
migratory animals
that never
really move
I won’t live
this day again
though I
live it again
a thousand times.
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Comments3
Beautiful!
Thank you Lorna!
Wow! Just, wow! Great write!
Thank you!
what an impressive write, thank you!
for choosing to share your talent, dear poet
Dear poet, thank you for your encouragement !
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