NocturneA Poem by I.R.It just materialized while listening to a song...like most of the time.It swishes in and out like a sigh, Breathing in, breathing out, As the sky shrivels into a purple Pansy, a thought drying like fruit, Collapsing into itself to explode Into glass and shards of old fears And light that shimmers like hooks As we stand in the black ocean Untangling our hair from the salt In the air, waiting for the honey dawn To reappear like a curious blackbird In our backyard, mundanely necessary. © 2010 I.R.Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 21, 2010 Last Updated on August 14, 2010 AuthorI.R.TXAboutMade in Mexico: Assembled in the U.S. of A. Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, o.. more..Writing
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