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Come Be With Me Like The Rain October lights are wings of the sun which Swing into the sapless death of green In winter. The process of seasonal change Is inevitable, may be foudroyant, and our Culture is a poem rhyming the eccentricities Of nature. Poetry draws from the dualism In world and spirit regions, a reflection Of life choices. Our society has less form And restraint, slides of eliding, and more Hyperbole than understatement. Sound, inside The dust of itself, becomes tedious and heart Starts to pound for a vocable. Some cuittle For cynosure, thus able to smell the jasmine, Jasm to taste honeysuckle, and to find divinity. All played out against the sublime backdrop Of history. In my barren life, you are my sole And ultimate asphodel and you kiss my fingers, And walk away. And I? I linger at the door, my Face pressed against the frame, whispering Your name. Sighing, whispering your name. |
Additional Notes:
For Eric Walker.
This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2005-01-04 11:54:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.14286
I find myself pondering the culture vs nature finding it as rhyming the eccentricities vs drawing from the dualism in world and spirit lines in this poem, perhaps meaning that society is built on the worst extremes of our natural being, I'm probably just misreading, but thanks for a good read and letting me comment.