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Here's an incidental poem of mine, unpublished. Love, by the way, is an incident, is it not.
With Monk on the Radio
She is back to being a woman.
Don’t grieve for the imp
in another dimension where love
is not to be begged for.
Can you imagine?
See the beacon in her heart
as she steers her tempestuous brilliance,
hears wild Gabriel’s trumpet.
Wings reach from a staff to her burst
pomegranate soul whose crimson seeds
she gathers, one now, and now another.
She is back to being a woman.
Don’t grieve for the imp
in another dimension where love
is not to be begged for.
Can you imagine?
See the beacon in her heart
as she steers her tempestuous brilliance,
hears wild Gabriel’s trumpet.
Wings reach from a staff to her burst
pomegranate soul whose crimson seeds
she gathers, one now, and now another.
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Sarah Sarai, December 2008
Sarah Sarai, December 2008
Best poem I ever read from you :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lena. I like other of my poems as well, but hey, I hear the compliment.
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