singing to such as
patterns across the sky
dancing where between
northern seasons
they do change
sitting so quiet on ocean rock
sweet salt water rain
kept dry by an old coat
color carved
the stain
of moon light echoes
shadow beach
memories call to sand
dreams carry
as the wind forgets
what the color of night
means
and yet
still the deep sighs
carry the taste of her eyes
as the rage of our tries
battling across
ancient stages
lost wars
easy is a young girl’s love
open grave refrain
oh, her cold lips
still warm a full moon’s night
mirrors shattered
shadows catch
train window rain
calling to a blind man’s
time
a fall of seconds
without revisions
if dancing where
between
My memories only go to greasy finger stained train windows, too hot without any rain. While I didn't catch every metaphor thrown out in this poem, I certainly enjoyed the way the words went together to create a picture of what I was reading.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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