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BAROQUIAL
settling frond
the time
wound like
wind
I remember
the rust
and harsh
salted meals
I tasted the
cold on frozen
mornings
a lament
remembered
in springs
sunny dispositions
and transitions
latitudes of
extent
and extremes
like a letter in my
pocket
your love
was forgotten
the touches
upon the hip
and shoulder
now remembered
like a Berg shoved
aside in the steamy
wake of voyage
Not Now
not ever
but Then
the tranquil magic
I recall
in the lost trip
of the Now
so U were real
as I
and as fragrant
as the dusk
between us
the vaulted
haunted
hostilities
calmned
that we fed
and knew
so well
...
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Comments
judyanne
Tue, 2016-05-17 06:19
hello Steve
Beautiful write (as usual)
I really adore the beginning's imagery - set the picture so well
Made me think on a couple of my own nows....
'the tranquil magic
I recall
in the lost trip
of the Now'....
I love your work, as you well know, but I especially love this...
Love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Esker
Tue, 2016-05-17 11:17
Hard to believe the soft in the Hard of Hearts
Poetry saves me..
did when schooling was a blank
ADD and usual shell shock
at least huge banks of windows
to stare out...watching our weather
which further to our south came
from the Great Lake Huron..
Up here its not as much but
nice.
Thank U for the comment
on this work
my moods vary
and it reflects in the writes
good to have the range
!