Bitter Lillet
and the trumpet
of Miles Davis,
sketching flamencos
in the cool of the night.
The staircase
to the height
of my ivory tower
has dissolved
into
wisps of darkness.
Stealthy October
prepares its arrival,
chilling my heart
in soft
and the trumpet
of Miles Davis,
sketching flamencos
in the cool of the night.
The staircase
to the height
of my ivory tower
has dissolved
into
wisps of darkness.
Stealthy October
prepares its arrival,
chilling my heart
in soft
flutter of owls
and
crackle of leaves,
under
unseen
steps
of strangers.
I slowly merge
in your stern photograph,
the portrait of a ghost
under the ghostly Moon.
and
crackle of leaves,
under
unseen
steps
of strangers.
I slowly merge
in your stern photograph,
the portrait of a ghost
under the ghostly Moon.
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12 comments:
beautiful
fav- chilling my heart
in soft
flutter of owls
Beautiful. Stealthy October... love that paragraph love the imagery. Really lovely.
Thank you, Taff!
Thank you, Ello, and thank you for visiting!
Ooh, that one gave me shivers - lovely words, Vesper.
"unseen steps of strangers..."
Yes.
Oh yes.
applause for Miss Vesper, please! the images are fantastic here! more, more please! :)
Cor, we're all getting a bit dark and mysterious! Must be the time of year. The pic and the words go so well together.
Ghostly cool, V.
Vanilla, shivers not too dark I hope - my heart thanks you...
Bernita, thank you kindly. I'm very pleased that you liked it.
My deepest of bows, CS! ...and a deep blush :-)
Blimey, Jon, 'tis the season! But I must tell you that I'm always dark and mysterious... I'm glad you liked it. Thank you!
Oh, John, a cool compliment... Thank you!!!
Wow. Beautiful poem. I love the unique elements and the captured sounds.
This is wonderful and has captured that quality of of fall that is hard to explain, a presence stealing summer.
Jason, thank you, it came to me, in fragments of sounds, tastes, images...
Colleen, thank you. Oh, how nicely you say it "a presence stealing summer."
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