even rhinestones locate sleep
the shelflife of attaction
falls, a season's shining
eases 
winter approaches 
as the point 
of needing nothing 
perfectly
one limbs along sans leafage
behold this accidental portrait
looming in the psyche 
that attests to valid golds and reds 
and pale sweet yellowing
ceilings form an overhang
of shelter
threads of wind brush surface
thus insinuate another sphere
24 Oct 2007
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4 comments:
Thank you Sheila - beautiful :-)
Simon
You, dear sir, are most gracious, and I thank you!
lovely poem..
foam, I'm very grateful.
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