Under.Beneath.Behind.

..

This fog’s a fugue,
and I am sepia
tone quiet, gray with
want and be
-wilderment.

Give me a prep
……..-oh
-sition
I can use, Love,
some quiet
ruse to get over
(above, beyond, through)
this smothered storm,
this un
……….-stirred skin.

Give me a chance
of sun, sum
-body of water waiting,
the quiet (h)um
of breeze and trees
and ivory snow.

 

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Late to the party over at Poetic Asides

 

 

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One Response to Under.Beneath.Behind.

  1. Shawna says:

    This is my favorite:
    “the quiet (h)um
    of breeze and trees
    and ivory snow”

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