if only all our senses had eyes of their own..
in the dark life of days you bore
in the dark life of days you bore
the slow born breath was never blind;
yesterdays trust haunts the picture of morning.
if a hallowed perfume decays every secret hour,
why should the longings of a fool for opened windows
make god linger on as our prisoner-
when desires can't embrace one star at night,
all our questions lie broken, bleeding out time.
Pendemic
Deep and thought provoking write with such energy pulsing in every line.
Deep and thought provoking write with such energy pulsing in every line.
Susan Jarvis
Rich in linguistics, images and depth of meaning. A stunning poem.
Rich in linguistics, images and depth of meaning. A stunning poem.
Kerry O'Connor
I love the last two lines. They give a kind of epigram ending to the whole poem.
I love the last two lines. They give a kind of epigram ending to the whole poem.
Intriguing and just simply written in a sinuous way that puts my mind in a thoughtful turmoil.