Thursday, July 7, 2016

Magnetotropism




Our way has taken us
Over sea and time.
Things that could not
Climb before storms
Broke on rocks.
We descend over
Beaten docks where
Ruin ends and 
This garden begins
Under a star.
You are near and
I love you,
Who you are, have been,
Will be --and you
Have seen these things in me.
Each moment rises forth.
Overhead, a wedge of
Geese is seeking north.

10 comments:

  1. Wonderful! It evokes a nostalgia bliss and feels as if it is primordial in my DNA. A beautiful composition.

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    1. Thanks Tom. It's a poem that's gone through many revisions, but never leaves me.

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  2. Norma is a very lucky woman to have found a man of such depth. I think of you as the perfect couple and don't tell me differently. I believe in love.

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    1. I'm the lucky one, Arleen. And I'm not surprised we share a belief in common.

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  3. This filled my brain with such wonderful images and wispy thoughts. Thanks!

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    1. And thank YOU for your generous comment.

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  4. Another great one from you, Geo.

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