I walk alone
and across the river
is another, unknown.
Midnight is spinning away
and church bells ring in
the new hour of day,
distantly singing
in swirling mists
her voice is ringing
like the bells' gong
alone in half-light
with an ancient song.
It soon occurs to me
that a voice, my own,
calls out to a far-off She,
my otherself, Francophone,
far off in its otherplace,
calling to me alone.
Author notes
This is one of my few rhyming poems. Altho I prefer writing in free-flow, rhyming is fun to do.
Written March 2nd, 2003
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Really enjoyed this Leberk...had to read it a few times to be honest in order to understand it lol , but thought it was interesting and original .
~ Sonia ~
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