I like live albums
feeling less alone
and restaurants
with windows to the street
just a table for two
although there is just one
she smiles
my waiter
I know she has
someplace else to go
but I thank her eyes
all the same
and I feel
the cold of the crowd
and a single candle
kissing brother sun
goodnight
on my table of snow
looking
always looking
for that angel
I know
somewhere
someplace
is looking
for me
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and isn't that what poetry is about...how it makes one feel, she said
could be
What else then?
how it makes you see the world anew
how it might change the way you think
how it might touch the heart
as a small child touches the grass
how it might steal the hours as if they were minutes
and the minutes as if they were seconds
how it might brighten the colors of the day
and give the night the feeling of opera
how it might lighten the twilight
and lift the soul
such to kiss the stars, I said
I'm finding your poetry very interesting.
Deb, I find it very painful. I do appreciate the comment. Thanks.
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