Possession

[Lykren]

One after another fingers walk,
crossing the border, animated and innocent,
into the cloth of a fading morning.
Remiss by absence the air declines
our soldered sweetness, incomplete
as rivers flowing, rivers ending.




Quite pleased with this one, what do you think?

[Peripheral]

I doubt this is on point, but I had the image of someone extending a hand over the "border" between indoors/shadow into a raw air, hoping to unite with some sublime force inherent in that nakedness, but being disappointed by incomplete or nonexistent envelopment, feeling transience/death/inability as a result.

Either way, I enjoyed the poem, especially "remiss by absence the air declines".

[Lykren]

Thanks Peripheral, that doesn't seem off point at all.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed on a couple of levels.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Spotted Fever]

reminded me of the archaic connection between man and the written word. traveling to that other place, that different state of mind that only literature can supply. obviously has many different meanings to different people and that's how you know its a great poem. great job man!

[Lykren]

Thank you.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hints of the erotic despite the use of 'innocence' . That could just be me over thinking the word 'soldered' :)