Wednesday, December 7, 2011

I wasn't in love yesterday...

His hands are two passive nuns
praying at my cathedral, slight tremble,

might I have died? Impossible, the for
the flag blown along my awakening

heart was his sweetest testimony of Love.

S.

3WW

12 comments:

  1. I'm getting geekier in my old-er age.

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  2. The first line might be one of the most interesting things I've ever read. Nice work!

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  3. I too like the first line...great poem!

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  4. Very unusual and, highly creative. Lovely!

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  5. O lala, your poem reads like deliciously
    maddening foreplay.

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  6. Yes, this is an entrancing piece..offering up little clues to guide us through the story..delicious..as always..Jae

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  7. hey Susie, TY

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    beautiful Dreamer, ty

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  8. hey sweet lips, Ty paige

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    lovely, jaerose, ty

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  9. Never ending love, but also never really sure ... lovely words to ponder about. Thanks for stopping by my blog, S. ...Love, cat.

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  10. hey Cat, Ty, for the provocative words.

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