Like arid petals
stirred by
Zephyr’s cries,
your words
have kindled
a dying flame…
So let storms
be borne of
Sahara’s hands
while I hide
in your embrace
amidst the rain.
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All Poetry
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So nice to read your beautiful thoughts again, love this !
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Beautiful!
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A beautiful description of a “safe place to fall”………..
Hugs, Pam
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Dr. Phoebe,
Very subtle and clever repetitive use of the short a sound and the long a sound. So, that the rhyme actually exists in the center of words.
This poem has a reminiscing quality of the echo of the late great Rod McKuen’s meter. This poem is uniquely yours, there is no doubt. But it has that meter, that rhythm, the subtlety of the goneby era of the Greenwich Village beatnik era.
This poem brings me back, to the time when I once led poetry readings in various New Jersey bookstores.
A great poem!
Sincerely,
Richard
Thank you for reading, Richard! 🙂
I love this one my friend. It brings back memories of another of my favorite poets pieces from a few years back… well written as always…
Thank you for reading! 🙂