…
Spring.
He is all
floating lack
of direction; she
the song.
Their centers:
three-fourths water
and
spilling,
both flush with
the quiet gloss of un
-knowing.
She traces the canals
of her own
veins under
an unfinished fresco
sky.
..
Quickly prompted.
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Lovely, lovely, de!! Your personifications cause me to smile. 🙂
There are days when I feel like I’ve gone dolas. … Ooh, did you know that “dola” is Swahili for “dollar”? My dolas are definitely gone!
Dude. This poem is gorgeous. I love it … especially this:
“He is all
floating lack
of direction; she
the song.
Their centers:”
This is totally my life right now. A lack of direction, but trying to sing anyway. I guess we’re all doing that most of the time, aren’t we?
Evocative and romantic.
Like a painting … your words delightful out of the museum and free. 🙂
This is beautiful and romantic. “an unfinished fresco sky” – what a great image.
Brilliant poem, De. Beautiful, flowing images.