In the misty mid region
i roam with my soul &
you EROS
my heart is volcanic
like the ocean gnashing against
ROCKS
wearing your sculpture down
Clock dials morning
shadows lift at the end of the path
and a crescent spews ether
sedating our tears
i lift my finger bid you
trust me
kiss me
don't turn to dust
change the doom of this reality
things get washed and reused
except deep scars
that discolour and taint
the tissues of life
Copyright: Dianne Tchir
Romance and nature meld, one reflecting the other, naturally worn down. Stunning second stanza and memorable imagery. Great rhythm and structure. No wasted words. A beautiful and excellent poem!
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