there is a certain slow touch

there is a certain slow touch
to this evening folding
all one can wish for

suggestive and swift
there are keyboard players
attacking on the radio

it's all about the basics
magpies bagpipes
welsh herons at the end

a brevity longer than
any shadow falling
this side of sizzling equator

it's all about the amount
the shift the drive the go
the all that will pass

one is a cool break
where lunar tides break
over this side of matter

saturated dipped and worn
there is a finality
in the everything that lives

I remember you and you
glittering like sunny waves
in a gushing memory

I remember and yet I die
with every breath I take
with every move I make

see the I the you
the nothing more in shadows
heading for dusk

no more I no more you
in all that matters
no more more no




Short story by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-01 at 20:07

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
My take on this is that you want to vanish and become one with nature. Very nice.
2015-06-03



Several poems here that are full of endings and memories of glitter. So sad that all good things must come to an end. Beautiful imagery in the poem, as always, and a kind and sad goodbye.
Ashe
2015-06-02