Something quite big
Delivers, sends itself
This way --a moonlit
Twig shivers in wind.
An old cold clod
On eliptic course
Lends its force to
The tug of tide.
We do not hide but,
Here and there, love,
Work, care.
We do not resist.
We solve the frenzy
That lets us exist.
That was beautiful, Geo. I love to read your poetry, because I get to know who you truly are. Your are a true romantic.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad there's creative, gifted people like you in the world.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I love the picture of you two. :)
-Michelle
Beautiful words. Sunny apples of gold with silver, moonlit linings.
ReplyDeleteThat was really lovely, Geo.
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