Shalom Sue,
In a message dated 09.29.02 12:42:38 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Balm
Nothing lasts. Brave hearts die. [Do you need to tell your reader this or
does the poem show this?]
The apple on the limb will fall
and even suns go out. Autumn's [like suns go out]
sharpest pang will pierce
someone else and other lips [lots of ands in these two lines]
will sing and kiss and pout
know the stain of love lived
past death and gone. This leaf
so finely veined will never come again
netted with air laced with light [laced with lighted air?]
though others like it may. In shadows
seeds lie dormant for a while
to live or never live at all.
Sulphur butterflies spiral [what a lovely description!]
in endless dance, bees delve deep, [nice alliteration]
drinking this autumn wine.
Lethe. Opiate.
Balm of desire [Maybe end here?]
to see the last of summer go.
Sue Scalf
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Wistful poem that touches us all...thanks.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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