Friday, July 21, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 283 - Bedside


Bedside

the liquid lip   such
 rapidity     her comfort

damped in
lightly-steeped tisane

of earth
of bough

 of leaf
the scent

 the chest
inhaling  home

choke greediness by hand
 and let the thermos

go   with the small pot
 have the single cup
alone

4 comments:

  1. A lovely poem. With sadness and magic.

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  2. Oh I love being alone, but it does mean the sadness has room to sleep on the other side of the bed....

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