….
she’s a golden pool
and I’m a fool for her
full, fat glow
all shimmer and slow
-dance with
stars.
she’s a friend of mine
and a sacred sig(h)n
and something slightly
divine: a rock
bathed in Son
-shine.
….
…
….
she’s a golden pool
and I’m a fool for her
full, fat glow
all shimmer and slow
-dance with
stars.
she’s a friend of mine
and a sacred sig(h)n
and something slightly
divine: a rock
bathed in Son
-shine.
….
…
Makes me want to bask in the starlight tonight instead of being up writing
Love! The rocks, real and symbolic, sun golden and divine!
This comment is a little poem. Excellent sound.
Beautiful words.
Gorgeous. You do love that moon, don’t you? I never even see her. I don’t go outside enough at night.
“all shimmer and slow
-dance with
stars” Love “slow-dance.”
“sig(h)n” Brilliant.
In the second half, I thought you were going to say “slightly / off / kilter.” But your sweet spiritual ending sounds more hopeful, as if she will have a happy ending. That is the magic of poetry versus the real world. But that capped “Son” does tend to trump everything else, doesn’t it?
Yes!!! I love these, De!! SO good, you’re so good at shining that light! ♥