I dreamt of death on this brilliant day
the smudge of a cloud in my eye
at this ordinary catastrophe
the smudge of a cloud in my eye
at this ordinary catastrophe
it could set my people free from care
it has taken me years to see this
is a love song, a love song
to the day dissolving in sympathy
to forgetting how you love me
to forgetting how you love me
by keeping the world a secret
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Pic: This funny fellow in the grass kept me company this afternoon.
4 comments:
Oh, gosh. This poem, especially the second stanza! I reread it several times, and I think you could even end it there, after the second stanza. It's so haunting and so poignant. Wow.
Take care.
I like the phrase "dissolving in sympathy." I'm going to have think on that.
Nance--Thank you!! I did actually wonder if it was done at that point. It's still too short to really do anything with it, but I'm glad it did something.
Gillian--Thank you; that is very kind.
Engie--Thanks!
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