Perched on post of reason,
by river of desire,
hope's petals floated delicate;
uncut, the soul did sigh.
In helpless held imagining,
tiny love did rise,
that yearning for your touch;
forever now denied.
Reason then did raise itself,
umbrella of the mind,
protecting from insanity;
dreams then full declined.
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I love the idea of an umbrella in the mind staving off insanity...i think mine would have to be golf size! what a fine line we perch..beautifully written
ReplyDeleteA lovely way to use the words: congratulations on the rhyming.
ReplyDeleteThis slips so easily from the lips as if planted long ago and now its time has arrived. A tight weave of sound and imagery that satisfies the senses,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is a delight to read aloud.
ReplyDeleteThere's something reminiscent of Lewis Carroll in this poem. Even if I don't understand everything that's going on, I take great delight in the rhythm of the language. Well done!
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