Night
No depth of field now. Stripped one by one,
each dimension dissolved in space,
till love reposed in a line.
Against the inky void, your photo face
collages scraps of verse I once called mine.
And somewhere beyond, your new-found sun.
***
each dimension dissolved in space,
till love reposed in a line.
...
Against the inky void, your photo face
collages scraps of verse I once called mine.
And somewhere beyond, your new-found sun.
***
Labels: poetry
Selected by SPECKLED_BAND |
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6 Comments:
Flawless, as usual!
i like the words very much, though if i may say so, maybe the format needs a little toying with. a little spacing out? a little break-n-join, perhaps?
Prags, thanks! Annie, this is the form I use most often, the a-b-c-b-c-a scheme. Thank you for your kind words :)
very cool! first poem I've seen on Caferati that moved me to comment :)
beautiful , short and every word hold an essence.
Nothing to say. Words
Are stripped of their sound
Where feelings run deep. Alphabets
Lie listless at my fingertips
The line on which love reposed
Is crooked now, weeds overgrown
On this verse collage...
All that escapes is a faint "Wow!"
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