From my letter to unknown.

The ilk of the stars
they flicker. Look to the shore,
the ebony moon holds
the yellow
unmisted tulips of glass
into the veil of Apollo’s illusion—
arbitrary dreams
go to the red shore; it is Autumn,
and I remember you. Eyes go to
the distant mountains in cocktails
of wind, and the luminescence
to the teeth on light and dark
cutises of apples. To the summer
eventide, a letter to the ocean
in memory, in the lithology of bone,
and in nights of cool. You are not
alone.


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18 replies

  1. A glorious poem, full of soft and soothing imagery, and I love these exquisite words
    “and I remember you. Eyes go to
    the distant mountains in cocktails
    of wind,”

    Liked by 4 people

  2. Beautifully painted words

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Mind blowing poetry. 💖🤗

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Wow, I am inspired by this wonderful creation 🌺🦋

    Liked by 2 people

  5. …you are not alone.
    thanks for sharing this Lucy. It’s lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

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