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Jimi Used To Sing . . .

At a loss for comprehension and a long way from home
She came to my dimension to my eyes like a pome

"you are here to find for yourself," she said, "I am here to be found."

It was a bit like trying to hold the sun and string it on a locket of golden hair
Like a vision so fine so unearthly fair and bold
As Love, like Jimi used to sing, doing his thing High as Kingdom Come ,

She came to my dimension eyes like a pome
At a loss for comprehension and a long way from home . . .

("and the wind whispers Mary,")




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-18 at 01:55

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Nancy Sikora
Beautiful imagery, and like a song in its own right.
2015-12-18