i hate titles.

[joel]

Pray, rearrange those constellation lights
bright typographic space for verse employs—
that, shifted slightly, loved one comets far
as love done streaked across dark heaven’s tale.

What simple birds for silhouettes appear
and zigzag high in flocks of unison
departure; sweet imagination’s take
on stars and planets, lone tonight reveals

with you as much departed as such dreams.
I’d rather gaze abroad with you and close
my fingers, intertwine your hand—but closed
here rather I’ve turned eyes to bury you.

[stilltrucking]

Untitled reply
I have such trouble
A lack of imagination I suppose
I have no one to mourn
Except myself


But if I missed anyone
Your poem is very beautiful
It makes me wish I did
What good is a heart?
Unless it is broken.


It was very pretty poem Joel
My replies are totally idiosyncratic
It has nothing to do with your poem
I just liked it a lot.
Beautiful work

I wonder if idiot is the root word of idiosyncratic?

[mousey1]

Very beautiful Joel...each word very beautiful. I get a nice feel from this poem, a sadly nice feel.