The small space
of a lover's eye
A bed of hay
on which to die
A desert waste
from sea to sea
A journey sure
to finish me
The walled garden
of my lover's heart
The vain glory
of my petty art
A molting grackle
in the rain
A screech, a shiver,
a shower of shame
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jarcher54 (
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my word, you muse so very well .. like fine art, this is near priceless .. N
As usual the most interesting things for me sort of write themselves. Thanks for opening this humble link.
We all must sort this in our own way... In the meantime you've wrought a delicate thing which notes without becoming maudilin.
Thank you Dave. I'm not particularly lonesome or hopeless... it's a human state we can all meditate on for others if not for ourselves. I can be lonesome if I really try!
Wouldn't have thought you were, jarch.
I enjoy your contributions when I come across them - Stay here, won't you?
Well done J.
BTW your art ain't petty.
Thank you for your kindness. I love composing and making little watercolors, but I am extremely busy at work. Retirement is calling!!
The loneliness is everywhere in the empty spaces your poem holds. How beautiful!
Thank you kind lady. This one was almost more about sound than meaning.
I loved the pairings. Subtle yet to the point. A bit melancholic but also nostalgic in a way. Very nice
Yes they aren't directly related but they all worked together in my pea brain! Thank you!!
I know it is well made,
As It made me sad.
Very to the point.
Fitting watercolor too.
Hi! Thank you for your sharing your poem. Your poem has something and it impressed me. Thank you so much!
Nicely done, J54. I read it again.
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