I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Showing posts with label anaphora. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anaphora. Show all posts

26 July 2013

My Lover ...

my long-stemmed lily
my lamp in the garden
my wild fragrance
my sun plenitudinous

my close star
my bending willow
my splendid sunset
my tricky sea

my ride-a-cock-horse
my high-stepper
my rearing stallion
my milk-white steed

my born baby
my map-maker
my quiet cradle
my far song

my unbuckled belt
my turning leaf
my whirlpool
my gone traveller


I'm not writing many new poems at present. This is a very old one (written 1974) which fits the current dVerse prompt Listing and also an earlier one, Anaphora.