Wood now



autumned cathedrals
breath of bourbon

distant dripping
from steamy
mausoleums

kiss their lips
and become
fall













Poetry by Silene
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Written on 2006-09-20 at 15:15

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Zoya Zaidi
What is it that kind of reminds me of a distant past...somewhere in another Era, when I read your poems?-
Short and compact, but very complex-
compelling me to think and ponder...
Impressive!
Love,
Zoya
2006-09-29


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a very deep text which i have not yet got the jist of but i will because i am going to return to it

its phrases haunt

distant dripping
from steamy
mausoleums

and your reference to

Autumned cathedrals
breathing of bourbon

are are an intriguing

way to lead to the pathos of fall as a season well done

rgds mike and please
write some more
2006-09-20