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Photo by Trella McMahon at Flickr
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When I gaze
at your parting gift
and its beauty disrobes
before my eyes,
I wonder why
you gave me
a keepsake to dust
when you
gave me
you
unadorned
multitudinous
times~
Besides,
I have lassoed
our laughter,
nurtured
our nostalgia
and carefully
kept our kisses
with other
vehement memories
in dust free
muted
places~
And,
on storm
saturated days
when wind-shift parts
my ravished hair
with enraptured
streaming
rhapsodies,
I harness
my stallion
and ride
verdure pastures
with thunderous
lightning
flashing
a climax
to Beethoven’s
Fourth
Movement
of his Sixth
Earth
Shattering
Symphony!!
Karin Anderson © 2012
All Rights Reserved
This is an astounding poem, the best from you Karin. The impulse of the imagery is such with sparks. Recommended.