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Meurtrière Doux
what good is the sun,
when I wander the streets
in the darkness of night.
what good is the garden
where callae do not bloom;
where the timid bluebonnets were
long ago slaughtered by barbarian weeds,
the arid ground peppered with butterfly dust.
what good are songs in a silent movie,
kisses to welded lips,
poems that merely ratify our loneliness.
what good is the elegant stationary, diaphanous
and perfumed, that bears the filigreed banner,
‘From the desk of * * *,’ and upon it, scripted
in a feminine flourish, your cherry-bomb vow:
‘I will come to you soon, very soon.
it’s just not convenient right now.’
your taser ‘love-note’ left at my door.
what good is that hollow regalia of your touch,
when the smallest flame will obliterate it…
Published 26th Sep 2013
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26th Sep 2013 10:11pm
27th Sep 2013 00:22am
Anonymous
27th Sep 2013 1:18am
Even in it's wistful sadness, this poem slows my heart and mind. Somehow now sorrowful, but accepting of the way things are.
Anonymous
27th Sep 2013 5:06am
Love the depth & detail in this most passionate write. Beautiful flow & expression. Enjoyed the read a lot, John. :-)
Peace
Carlene
Peace
Carlene
27th Sep 2013 6:56pm
Excellent vision on this ink well thought out. Keep doing your thing my friend.
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