Evening sun settling,
favonian breezes brush my face.
Recumbent beneath grayish clouds,
washed in my own inner space.
Every thought woven with her
while waiting for the storm;
the silk waves envelope me,
brown eyes which keep me warm;
and sometimes I'm mystified
by her pulchritudinous ways,
Feeling as if I’m tumbling,
fumbling toward ecstasy -
so very lost, in abstruse like maze.
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Yes, Brian ...
your words showed what you so wondrously put on my author page: you have grown towards maturity! Not only in poetry, but also in spirituality and in love.
But one thing did not change: it is the intensity with which you pen your awarenesses. The true poetic soul, that will forever be urged to share that which is at the core of your being.
Thank you so much for the surprise visit. It warmed my heart.
Best wishes to you and yours, Husband, Father and Forever Poet Friend.
Love
Myra
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When strings are touched deep in the dungeons of our minds that no other hand can pick, something must set apart from the rest the fingers at play. A wonderfully calm yet intense poem you created and shared on this page. I enjoyed being here to read and ponder. Take care.
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