and I read to her at dusk
while she weeps softly about the prose
like she is a beat poet
slowly changing into night
no resistance from the light
she is a book of my poems
like she is vertical to Venus
me I’m just a horizontal howl
I had to meditate at a distance
without any mask of elegance
I fall back to a gathering of poems
on the road never found
from the past tense to the present
retrospective descriptions switch to vanishing
not just the immediate impression that only dreams end
I liked...
I liked this poem alot. Good read
thank you
I am thinking of editing my files and create a new one that will incorporate the poemsI wrote That I feel depict the fraility, fragility and vurnerabilty of lost love.
What do you think?
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Poems Are Written Horizonal S'a Fact!
"...I had to meditate at a distance/without my mask of elogance..." apart from being a wondrous and perfectly placed rhyme - the line jumped off the screen and started talking to me - ethereal write - assuredly astronomical if fact! Horizontally in writing, I am your devoted follwer ~~Lady A
thank you
so much, I treasure you're words of encouragement
Peace
Dyaln
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot