STILLA Poem by Betty HermeleerelationshipsSlightly wrinkled hands weave through his thin white hair his lips widen she blushes with content albeit, senses the chasm between them The carnal blend vanishes she foresees uncertainty his spiritual scarcity is explicit all the same, she tries to justify the abyss Often, his mind loses her patience she struggles to embrace his psyche he preoccupies with elapsed memories She appeals to her persuasion for help her stamina wanes a kind spirit reaches out She affirms the gift hesitates to trust yet she desires his presence no matter how unsound his judgement
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4 Reviews Added on January 1, 2021 Last Updated on January 1, 2021 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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