My daughter, the world
The peacock’s cry
too close to human.
Stones that cause
the skin to blister.
A dream of death
yet still you wake.
Tree bent
from wind and rain.
Trail that ends
at a thorny gate.
One born
from the union
of two.
The world
is a mysterious place.
You belong here.
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Oh !
This whispered love poem !
Thank you.
Oh my goodness, this is a sweet poem! Thank you,
I adore how you and Coleman even comment alike.
We are opposites but then strangely alike.
Terrific, Bill! I love the sense of compression in these sculpted lines. One of your best.
I love the economy and power of these lines
Simple and sweet!
Beautiful and powerful with so few words.
I like the array of odd concrete images inserted in here before the finally. Nice set up to a killer finish, good one Bill!
Such a lively accretion pf images, followed by an exclamation. Shades of James Wright. Happy Father’s Day!
Magical!
Beautiful! You should give it to her. Happy Father’s Day!