A small dog
nips
the morning silence
and the street
comes alive
with hands
purpose
breaks
into fever,
something
to do, somewhere
to go,
hurry, hurry the day
I get despondent,
now and then,
this isn't the world
I wanted to imagine,
my sophistry
melding an ancient art
last night
we were Buddhas
trying on each other's masks,
we plunged into ecstasy,
we hovered like angels
above our bodies
and feathers fell from the magnolia tree.
~A
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What is the symbol of the
What is the symbol of the magnolia tree, how I love them,
had a pink one over our front door when I was 3-14yrs old.
So lovely a shape.
Ann.
Anna, your writing has always
Anna, your writing has always been extraordinary, I am sensing a change, subtle, but I think it runs consistently, since I was last a part of neo. I guess that's a good thing.
I am struck, admirably by your skilful last lines. Always you command poetic impact.
These lines are as perfect as I could wish to read...
last night
we were Buddhas
trying on each other's masks,
we plunged into ecstasy,
we hovered like angels
above our bodies
and feathers fell from the magnolia tree.
Wonderful, sorry, I have no criticism to offer at all!