with the night




it is as we hold
the nearness of us
close to the being

we flutter like the daffodilles
once pictured in a poem never burnt

my skin warm, and you close to truth
life a matter we know
as roses blend with the night



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-10 at 08:45

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limber junctionson
rubbing fingers together with pleasure delighting...good to read you again.
2008-04-11


Kathy Lockhart
the poem is beautifully fragrant and softly visual with a sound of whispering sighs. good to read you again Kath, : )
2008-04-10


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Kath this is a stupendous stanza where do you get these images from wonderful poetry rgds mike

my skin warm, and you close to truth
life a matter we know
as roses blend with the night
2008-04-10


Rob Graber
A bit unexpected to associate fluttering daffodils with the night; I find this text enigmatic and obscure, but attractive in its mystery...
2008-04-10