November 2, 2018 at 10:56 pm Leave a comment


these words refract my meaning
so easily, so strangely;
are you, too, trapped behind
like some window, through which

we gesture, soundlessly.
though we can touch–and yet do,
at time
it seems sometimes we parted years ago.

(‘love’ contains so many meanings! like
pouring a river
into a drinking-cup. odd, it never
seems quite to contain it…)

yet we remain together; trying,
at times, to pursue meanings;
at others simply side by side,
old friends and lovers.

but again and again
i struggle to find the words.

I really wasn’t going to publish it. Then I just reread it and realized that when I wrote that I was 20. If you’re 50+ you might identify with that.

Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, voices. Tags: , .

The Hierophant twilight

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