Three lines held me like sun-fire, moon-glow
and green star-light.
Amidst the melancholy skippers
my voice was born.
Under tumult and the hazey sadness of
a burgeoning summer day,
Varied echoes came closer
to finding me
Than ever before.
At the last second I cut my lines
and drowned in bright poetics,
Ah, damn this Maddening, this slurring search.
About Me
- CK
- Orleans, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, United States
- "LET it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow." -Sara Teasdale
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