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Thursday, April 25, 2019

Swans & Roses

Eleven swans with one
voice brought a warning,
delivered in a dream.

"Your love is sick,
dying. Her bones are 
stems. Her hair, thorns."

Each swan carried a
bloom. I followed, eleven
miles. Behold, my love:

In the earth, stems.
On the earth, roses.
_______

A quadrille for Wednesday Muse.

11 comments:

  1. Wow. In the esrth stems, on the earth roses. So you express your love in an interesting way. Swans...odd birds.

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  2. One of my favorites. I love black swans.

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  3. You had me at 11 swans with one voice! Simply breathtaking!!

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  4. Spare, haunting piece. I really like it.

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  5. Even your DREAMS are to die for. This is gorgeous!

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  6. When a poem opens the door to a dream, it should do it just like this. Everything remains bizarre and unexplained as it should, yet the heart feels a resonance and meaning. A lovely, perhaps even perfect, quadrille.

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  7. This is amazing. I can feel the magic simmering in this.

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  8. A beautiful recollection of what was. Lovely!

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  9. This seems oddly eerie, yet lovely. Black swans are beautiful.

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