Vertical to Venus

 

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

 

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TheLadyBlue's picture

I liked...

I liked this poem alot. Good read

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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

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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


 

 

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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