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The Time Came
1.
The lowest note
of the organ
at Mass hearing
wonderous melodious
hymns is what I
touch all day.
2.
Spring moon
we embrace
as if one shadow
on the Shadow Screen.
3.
Now it is night she
stares into a face
of parchment dances
with words, praying
nearest the dawn: the
Chapel door is always open.
4.
A new dimension
manifest with the
wind on my face
and children on the
lawn, all this against
a motionless sky.
5.
I am time: settle in
with me: we can see peace
and make love together.
The lowest note
of the organ
at Mass hearing
wonderous melodious
hymns is what I
touch all day.
2.
Spring moon
we embrace
as if one shadow
on the Shadow Screen.
3.
Now it is night she
stares into a face
of parchment dances
with words, praying
nearest the dawn: the
Chapel door is always open.
4.
A new dimension
manifest with the
wind on my face
and children on the
lawn, all this against
a motionless sky.
5.
I am time: settle in
with me: we can see peace
and make love together.
Published 20th Jun 2012
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Anonymous
20th Jun 2012 5:23pm
What a beautifully constructed poem.
I like the numeration and each of the stanzas work together. Each section, alone, reads like a Haiku.
Good work
Kitty
I like the numeration and each of the stanzas work together. Each section, alone, reads like a Haiku.
Good work
Kitty
22nd Jun 2012 4:36pm
