Just The Sun At NightA Poem by PeteI have had twenty-five or thirty souls, with their bodies, at once under my roof, and yet we often parted without being aware that we had come very near to one another. - Thoreaugoing insane amidst recurring, jealous dreams of dying all the time his name bearing the title of a melville novel their love a mere footnote below a haunting whale of a tale sedate piano keys sounding like apologetic broken glass marching in scale to a mellifluous melodrama tickled ivories that sympathize flying horses on a carousel to nowhere echoes of unheard meanings who wanted whom teary eyes blinking sorrow today trying to make way for tomorrow beg, steal or borrow amidst chants of stratospheric redundancy crooning with a kaleidoscopic mind apologizing for hurting no hello at least he said, "goodbye" at least he confessed his lie oculus of vulnerable hearts beating true within not bothering to wipe the tears from atop ancient porcelain© 2023 Pete
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3 Reviews Added on May 29, 2023 Last Updated on May 30, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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