Trembling hands tucked tenderly in the pockets
Of an overcoat pretense ministered with a smile
Nervously adjacent to a tangled weave of angels
We administer the dosage of a thousand sleepless nights
I feel the tug of Atlas asking penance for his negligence
While I, beneath it all, can muster nothing but a laugh
The serenade of symphonies concluding these procedures
Is the theme for those who fall in love but never make it back
While contemplating a comment on your post this arrived. For what it’s worth then …
In crazy love I fell one blowsy day
An airy elemental sylph and I
Gave way to one another’s airs
Fey feathery winds blew our way
And blew me away, away, away
Over the cliff edge and down
And down and down and down I fell
Breezes once nodding acquaintances
Now have become fast friends and faster
Faster, snatching my lacy breath away
As I plummet in dizzying cartwheels
Buzzing, blurring sight and dazing vision
Spin falling ever faster, given up to fate
That’s beautiful! The piece was beautiful and what it provoked out of you is as beautiful.
Please credit Calliope rather the mouthpiece. But thank you for your kind words nonetheless. 🙂
Very well done!
Thank you kindly. I’d forgotten this piece.
I am speechless … few but compact with volts of emotions… beautiful as always… 🙂
vampire weather — hope you post more poems. In the meantime this gives me a chance to catch up on reading ones I missed earlier and in browsing your archive some more.
Nothing new from here for ages. Still we can live in hope and meanwhile the archive is well worth exploring.