pondering the relationship between meeting a person and meeting a person in and of the world. I have recently updated this one to include all seasons. I suppose it sounds a bit like that song from "Camelot." I also changed the title.
Quandary
It's good we didn't meet in spring
when distinguishing between
budding of leaves and inner
resurrections would have
been impossible.
It's good we didn't meet in summer
when raging showers fell
making it hard to separate them
from desperate dropped kisses on skin.
It's good we didn't meet in dense
or dopplered autumn woods, their
dark scents subtly seducing us - but rather in deep dank winter
when yes, we kept each other warm
a simple logistical matter,
admitting no confusion.
Or, wait.
copyright Julianza Shavin 2008
copyright Julianza Shavin 10/08
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Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)
Reviewed on October 4, 2008
This is an intelligent, basic, uncomplicated poem...Or, Wait...Great read Julie
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