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THROUGH A WINDOW
THROUGH A WINDOW
acacia and red ixora bleeding
under the mid day sun, couched in velvet green,
a mimosa tree sensually swaying
In an ocean breeze… these I see
in frames horizontal through open
slats of mahogany.
like Tantalus I long to drink the cool waters
before me, but I too am crucified
to a stone not of my own making.
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Comments
Esker
Sun, 2016-10-23 14:59
astounding work!
we have an accacia right outside
the door here at Bunnis
beautiful decorative...
the sing in a different voice
then poplar or maple in the
wind
Your writing is still as vibrant
and descriptive as ever
The Essence is strong in
this one!
Thank U Geremia!
Mr Wolf!
Geremia
Mon, 2016-10-24 09:47
thank you
thank you
a brother under God's sun
Candlewitch
Sun, 2016-10-23 15:17
hello,
do you remember me? I always found something within your poetry with which I could identify! I really can relate to this:
like Tantalus I long to drink the cool waters
before me, but I too am crucified
to a stone not of my own making.
the longing and regret are palpable within these lines...I know what it is like to be my own worst enemy!
always, Cat
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Geremia
Mon, 2016-10-24 09:44
of course I remember you,
of course I remember you, fondly Miss you.