Ènouement ∞ We cannot touch, But I feel Your starlight voice Traveling In rows Of each choice And strife. I must forgive you, But cannot, where Morning Glories Wake from Tangled vines Unraveling. I can only Thank you For waiting, Waking daily, And saving Our life. ∞ Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by De …
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BTT 59.2.5: A Willow’s Kiss
…………………………………………………………………… Image from Pixaby, free for non-commercial use. A Willow’s Kiss · A willow’s kiss Wakens slowly but Runs deep. Joy sings But always parts, If not with silent passing Then with slowly tilting hearts. The impervious stream flows Without asking To measure bliss or sleep, We just hear the Whispered roundings Of time enough …
BTT #51: Flint River
Flint River · I had once Watched these cold waters With the calm Precision Of one who had decided To Sink beneath them. · Another River is flowing In this bed From that day When promises filled pockets With the weight of stones · Walking now Upon a gray path On the bank, Stones just …
BTT #39: An Answer to the Rain
An Answer to the Rain · In bed you hear The pounding of the Rain on roof and four Walls around you as the seas Turn out upon themselves the air Is humbled by the waters to depths Of quietude wrapped around your breathing. · And yet in all Of this you gave no Regard …
BTT# 8.2.5 Rain in the Door
Rain in the Door · Gentle remembrances Wash the whited frame. I know this place, Where young lovers meet, And old friends Sit quietly outside the gate. Somewhere behind me, Perhaps on the mantle, Or the wall, A stone face keeps vigilance. Meting out each embrace, Striking in the rise and fall. · -Lona Gynt …
BTT #32: Hair — Cut — Non—Transitioned
This is in response to a post by the Amazing Amaya at dVerse who has prompted us to "Bridge the Gap." The task is to start with one quote and then end with another quote from a different source and write a poem that bridges the two gaps. My first quote is from Faulkner, my …
BTT #8 Dysphoria and Rain
"A Poem is a Naked Person" is the title of the sometime-acclaimed documentary film by Les Blank about musician Leon Russell. I have not yet seen the film, but the title of it has been an evocative touchstone for me for some years. It suggests that a poem should just sit there unadorned by ornamentation …
