Recollecting finer fragments from our musical looming lithe and rare
One can fix a ring upon a hand
yet never really breathe in
sweetened, redolent romance reaping
gold from dark macadam stripped
or a tidy fist of dimpled filters,
honey among a swoln hummock’s heart
we’d nestled there in fragrant talks,
what figures tingling tongues unveil
from quietly crackling cherries’ traces—
rings unwound from silvery strings
that craze old Archimedes still.
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Stunning. Beautiful. Perfect.
nice work with sound
beautiful musicality
It has a classical, Shakespearean feel. Good job.
This from an earlier conversation… so glad you recorded your beautiful thought and expounded on it so imperviously.
Thank you!