August 2, 2019
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poetess
in radiant light that has defeated me
i stand fast at a nameless fence
in a dark place, where
love keeps crying for attention
as a sunset from my youth
visits me again
and i see how the bridge
disappears at the edge of memory.
how far is it to the end? i ask,
wondering if there are other ways
to explain life...fresh breezes leaf through
the book of my heart and i suddenly let go
of that cloth i spent a lifetime weaving.
rest now, you say. you have gone as far
as you can go.
but i know i'll always
keep on walking further out, then returning,
just to name the sorrow of the road
Comments (1)
This one is outstanding. The last two lines are what makes writers smile and acknowledge the reason that we write. To find that perfection of words. It's both the lock and key of true knowledge.
Perfect.
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