I used a pneumatic hammer
to scrape your name
from my mind,
from my heart.
But my work was vain.
The memory of you
pierces
In the armour of my heart
like an oxyhydrogen flame,
exciting the short circuit
of a terrific passion.
Enlarged by time
love is growing
like stormy wind.
I long for your kisses,
your smooth body,
on the bright sands
beyond the stormy skies.
Different poem than I ever read on the den. Some things just cannot work out and that is for the best. I give you ten stars for this anyway. Liked it***********. God Bless you and take care.
Reviewed by Rebecca Wiles (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2007
Very beautiful and sad..
Becca
Reviewed by Becca Rose (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2007
wow....sounds like you loved this other woman...very deeply.i could say,you write good but it sounds like it came from a broken heart.
--becca rose
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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--becca rose