A temblor, a rock
by which is drawn
together by the
little tree
in arms of darkness
May darkness;
in the blue perch of the eve,
to sleep in the burial
of the star,
A leaf falls
pooled on its legs; ersatz silence
in a mind with a hole in it,
which un-dreams the deep dark,
in the remembrance of dream-like
waves of the sea;
asleep, the ice-fields
of your memory
they go into the throes
of the dark ocean floor,
where have we left to go,
words shadow the stone
between the unspeakable.
Blood rising, the fatherland,
it is between the lithology
of language that had not died.
Te amo is all I can say. Te amo.
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You had me at “temblor”. Stunning. 🙂
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Aww, thank you.
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Absolutely gorgeous
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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❤
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Beautiful, descriptive words, Lucy. Excellent!
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful Lucy.
” it is between the lithology
of language that had not died.
Te amo is all I can say. Te amo.”
WOW.
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Thank you so much, my friend. ❤ ❤
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My pleasure sweetheart.
xoxo
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Simply dreamy Lucy love it xo
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Thank you so much. ❤️❤️
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I love how descriptive the poem is. You have really bagged imagery in poetry.
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Aww, thank you. I’m so glad you think that.
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I love the phrase–beautiful.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Wow… amazing.
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Thank you. 🙂
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“Ersatz Silence” — I will remember that.
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I’m glad to hear that. 🙂
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