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Non-sense
by Kate DemereeWalk a mile with me Dear Horacio
In this the darker night
No voice from errant grave
Spoke the truth to my ear
As thy lips imparted
On my lilies white
What say you?
The moon that mad
Made it's home
Your eye
Called tonight
Leaving no message
Here then lies the path
Wash red your hands
In life
Drip easily once more
That I may find my way
To you
10/16/2003 Author's Note: This did not make much sense to me, but is how it came out. Perhaps one of the readers will make more of it than I did...
Posted on 10/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/17/03 at 02:56 AM It's got some lovely language and images, and very much stimulates the imagination to fill in various meanings. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/19/03 at 01:34 PM it is ethereally lovely Kate..no matter how the words may have tumbled out..sometimes this is how the best poems of the heart are written |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/13/03 at 03:32 AM "Your eye / Called tonight / Leaving no message"
What a sentence! The eye of your fellow traveler caught not that moonbeam that speaks "cherish." I see someone whose vision cannot see deep into your ruby soul. |
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