With a sky so grey,
clouds arrive to break
up its monotony,
with a wind so cold
to an unseen
stretch of limbs, howling
with a lake so hungry
stealing shadows
of wild geese, passing
days are shorter now,
pallid with an early decay,
there is a distance
I travel to the midnight moon, lamenting
with the streetlights, a loneliness.
But you are here, my darling,
sleeping. I pluck
another feather
from your dreams,
growing daylight.
(previewing this poem, I lost the format--HELP!)
6:36 in the morning
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Re: 6:36 in the morning
format isn't everything
content overrides form
but wish i could help
html might fix the scene
but your poem is sensational, feather plucking to eavesdrop on dreams
content overrides form
but wish i could help
html might fix the scene
but your poem is sensational, feather plucking to eavesdrop on dreams
Re: 6:36 in the morning
A poem of depth and beauty.
Re: 6:36 in the morning
Like the imagery of this poem.
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Re: 6:36 in the morning
Magnificent closing stanza to this poem.
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Re: 6:36 in the morning
A memorable morning love poem. You write with metaphorical lyricism abounding. I love how your words make me feel.
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