a
star was
turned on
star was
turned on
and for the first time
i didn't miss it
i didn't miss it
a song was composed
and the newborn got
cradled in my ear
cradled in my ear
a poem was found
in a rusted tin can
between layers of wait
between layers of wait
a fire was lit
from stone on stone
easing paleolithic shivers
wheneasing paleolithic shivers
you came
3 comments:
I love the lines: "A poem was found/in a rusted tin can/between layers of wait."
Beautiful things are all around us, its just looking to find them in the right places, even the unlikely ones.
NathanKP - Imagination Manifesto
Consistently splendid, succinctly expressive, profoundly human and tender,
two contrasting emotional states, superbly juxtaposed.
How I loathe deconstruction, analysis, I just love to read.
Thank you CarolinaZ
I love the audio version - the discretely whispered asides - the secretly inflected subtext - are we entertaining duplicity, or is the author shy of her own truth?
Oh, to feel the warm breath of those whispers . . .
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