Some shadows may tarry me
but my longing aspires a rivers strength by moonlight.
The good one shall abide
and the forest will endure timber loss.
I, a lone warrior goes to the roots,
that of which has held me sturdy from
the hot headed sun.
Branches are few but is this not always so?
Pity the one who abandons the streams of light there
the eclipse may ask, “Darling avantgarde, tell me what hour this is?“
And who should answer but
the fools cry
whom slept at sunset.
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3 comments:
"Some shadows may tarry me but my longing aspires a rivers strength at moonlight."
Beautiful.
Dianna
I like this one. My favorite teacher in college was a modern poet, Brewster Ghiselin. Oh did he stretch our capacities to understand the poet. I always wrote in dialogue, for years, all my journals and I often wrote my novels first in dialogue. I thought I must be a playwright, but some people are just natural born poets! Gerry
An example of Creative Conceptions! Awesome!
RIVER
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