Harmony
sang a balm
For
sins however adolescently
Committed
as orange light bathed a room.
It sang of my green eyes—I’m sure that’s why
You
loved that song, but the light
Extinguished;
Enchantment
fled. Was my hair not
Golden
enough? You didn’t want
To
share two cats in the yard
That
we would call
Ours? Would life
Have been
so
Hard?
No
Pentagrams
I drew
ever
Brought
You
Back
To
Me
(except
for just one minute).
The
flowers wilted in the vase
Yesterday,
But I
bought a new one today.
15 August 2012
Beautiful, you paint with words. The poem is shaped like a vase also.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laura! It's odd that it's shaped that way. I originally wrote it justified to the left margin. Then when I centered it today...wow! Something subconscious happened.
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