painful
aged reminders
of love lost long ago,
yellowed papers begin to break,
release
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painful
aged reminders
of love lost long ago,
yellowed papers begin to break,
release
release
melancholy
if only to tidy
up your laughter and make it clean
again
again
she looks for more,
more laughter, more intrigue...
unexpected, intrigue finds her,
she laughs
she laughs
and the skies ring,
ring again, ring again
and all heav'n is filled with laughing
echoes
:)
echoes
of caresses
thought forgotten roll in
like fog, joining the sea to
the shore
The shore!
And certain hope
of milky coconuts
and crystal springs watering this
atoll
atoll
circling waters
with no care but to serve
as fortress standing guard, the ring,
tonight
tonight
my skin raises
to a frosty wind that's
disputable. Inside - wrapped in
fire.
In fire
Salamander
Sits, eyes unwinking, scales
Incandescent; sits motionless,
Waiting.
fire? One syllable? I say fy-er.
Waiting
shivering wet
low clouds indifferent to
the winter sun's feeble heat, senseless
waiting.
waiting
for the next bus
headed out to Texas
destiny lies somewhere out West
sunset
sunset
in Somerset
Red clouds over Brendon
Dunkery Beacon all ablaze
twilight.
fy-er is fine, especially for firing squads. One syllable is prissier or posher. BBC English might have required three syllables - fa-ee-er.
okay, whatever you say old bean. to me it sounds like the deep south to say Fiah. Mammy?
twilight
summers sunburned,
rum and boats marina'd
glassy slow rocking lake soothes like
music
fy-r
music
bagpipe and flute
bright skirts swirl in firelight
a child lifts up her voice in song
divine
ok, ok. fie-err as you said. :lol:
divine:
the look of a
cow as it's led to death.
innocent trust of the swinging
hammer