PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

waving truth - poem

Sunday, Nov. 17, 2002

                                 waving truth

when
      you and I
        dance
              with
                   only
                      words
                    for
              footsteps
        and
     the
ambient
          sky
                leans
                  down
                        to
                        listen
                            with
                                 wind
                                    quiet
                            moving
                          lips
                and
            I find
                  myself
                     wanting
                        words
               hanging
                    from
                      barbed
                       wires
          of chance
      it is
        then
             that I
           remember a
                      poet
               tries and
              seeks
        a poetic
      book full
of flowery
          words
                dripping
                   from
                          the
                              sky
                             but
                                  the 
                          wind
                            smiles
                          in silence
                when
          the tree limbs
                  bow naked
                    as
                  your actions
               speak by
                    osmosis
                             for
                   hours upon
                             hours
                   when poem
          meets
      my
 thoughts
                 because
      you simply
                    are
                      a waving
          
      truth
        a sky
              that
                    never
               drops
                   raindrops
            of        
      lies

-PoeticaL
 

 

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