by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Nov 27 276 Views 5 comments
Orange and bouyant
There is no wind here
a thousand lit candles
perfume and wax from far shores
all have blown in
above the door a cherub
adorns the headspace
the columns are carved
from the darkest ebony
Can you hear the whispers?
I can too, between the eternal
and the now there is something
we reach for, its deep in the midst
perhaps its a little life raft
that is how we would want it
orange and bouyant
on a calm sea
a thousand lit candles
perfume and wax from far shores
all have blown in
above the door a cherub
adorns the headspace
the columns are carved
from the darkest ebony
Can you hear the whispers?
I can too, between the eternal
and the now there is something
we reach for, its deep in the midst
perhaps its a little life raft
that is how we would want it
orange and bouyant
on a calm sea
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Posted: Nov 27
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Comments (5)
Not a bad one, but before I opened your poem, I must confess, that I thought you were talking about Trump, here...
thank you for sharing your poem . Lily
Very imaginative.
thanks for the comments my poetry friends..