Leaning in the doorway
branches reach for the breeze
to sweep the tide in my room.
While the sun moors
the light kindles in my room
then wanders into night.
You trace my thoughts
with leaves that roam through evenings
spread beneath the sky.
The cold of the streams of a violin
nearly freeze the trees,
as the bed begins to soothe
and the sun releases its lines.
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Author:
Chris H (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Okay finally got a transfer to where you are... I wanted you to hold my eyes in your arms and curl the pages of our hearts into the tide. Time to unfurl some sails...
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Comments1
Brilliant!
I bow to your superior talent, dear Poet!
(hope it all works out)
That's nice of you to say! I've been trying to represent the story of my chasing my wife down from Barstow to Ventura CA (after I met her in college) in a poem form so almost there!
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