Anaïs, Anaïs;
Litha has passed
and we are left
to mourn the coming
autumnal balance, for
creatures such as we
crave the severe
and eschew
this gentle world.
Travel with me to
The Tropic of Capricorn
and leave behind
the ever shrinking
days of Cancer.
There we can live
in eternal summer
and Black Spring.
Grieve not my love,
for with the arrival
of Yoole’s long nights,
Sirius shall align
with Orion’s belt
and point us back
to the elliptical
apex, and June.
SMG
(Excerpt from "Another Hotel Room")
11 comments:
Incredible, I mean it. Simply excellent versification.
Thank you for this poetry and your support chez Le Tuit!
PS - I too am a Bukowski aficionado, ever watch Barfly?
Oh! Really impressive. Loved how you adapted Miller's symbolism to the poem & made it your own. Going to reread it again after this post. Deserves at least 3 reads.
I think I've finally seen into the soul of your poesis. I like it.
I was trying to channel Miller when I wrote this but it came out a bit too sentimental.
This is good! Kudos.
welcome in.
what a lovely poem.
keep entertaining...
A++
great write really.. happy valentine! here's mine.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/05/11/happily-tied/
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Thanks a lot for your contribution to Jingle Poetry Potluck, hope to see you share your poetry with us tonight…
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amazing expression.
What an incredible romantic poem you have penned here the love inside is really strong and so well expressed so well done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/10/the-bird-of-love/
It's not overly sentimental to me. It speaks to the heart.
eden
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