ExplorerA Poem by boodles1FantasyEXPLORER ON THE AXIS
Each time I
touch beauty, it is gone,
good-bye, as nothing. Snowdrifts
sob through charred rock, as we fade
into crystal possibilities, jammed as one.
Be wise. Entertain no love, but love the flaws. An athlete
who weeps, is afloat in my bloodstream, he is hidden
as amen or adieu. Some slide down
the dipper and drive
their chins into the North Star, or they set
ten toes as a compass, round the Pole. I march
without movement, recalling green
beauty. © 2017 boodles1 |
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Added on May 6, 2017Last Updated on May 6, 2017 Author |