remembering
we are stars—
another reason to bow
*
taking my eyes off you—
like peeling bark
from a tree
*
those golden leaves
crushed in your hair—
I leave them there
*
you the poem
that always escapes
the pen
February 19, 2015 by Rosemerry
remembering
we are stars—
another reason to bow
*
taking my eyes off you—
like peeling bark
from a tree
*
those golden leaves
crushed in your hair—
I leave them there
*
you the poem
that always escapes
the pen
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Nice humblings, mumblings, word-filled tumblings, not grumblings or stumblings. The first two are my favorites, the second one especially.
me, I like the last, best. these four have left me unhumbly gushy