another poem written in the mid seventies
they say is yours,
I don't want it.
It is you I want."
"Breath" she said,
pointing her brittle twigs
to my petrified nostrils.
"Breath for me,
I am the dream of spring".
"Look" I said,
she looked away.
"Look" she said,
her face deep in snow.
The snow kept falling
until morning.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-04-20 at 21:46
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This flower
"This flowerthey say is yours,
I don't want it.
It is you I want."
"Breath" she said,
pointing her brittle twigs
to my petrified nostrils.
"Breath for me,
I am the dream of spring".
"Look" I said,
she looked away.
"Look" she said,
her face deep in snow.
The snow kept falling
until morning.
Poetry by Bob
Read 636 times
Written on 2015-04-20 at 21:46
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