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Words on Love's Passing

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Silas Thorne
, 11-22-2016 at 05:52 AM (2828 Views)
This is an early poem of mine, from way back in 1993. Overly romantic, but here it is:

I am the hoard of words,
the broken blackboard's face
with bitter words of chalk.

I am the heart's dove-tongue,
surveyor of the sky
that wrestled down my wings.

And I once heard the song
that was sung in the hills
when the heart of the wind
knew her name.
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  1. white camellia's Avatar
    This feels like a detached, refrained, or undetectable melancholy in retrospect...
  2. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    Yes, it's a bit too detached and self-indulgent. But glad you felt like commenting on it, Camellia.
  3. white camellia's Avatar
    Probably my response is far from the writer's 'intention' or incongruent with the general mood set for the verse?
  4. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    Not at all. I agree with you. It is detached and melancholy.