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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