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dandelions

by Peter Hsu

Beyond the night
I awoke,
comparing your midnight-tawny curls
to the shape of my mouth.
The taste of flowers
still lingers under my tongue,
replacing my words
with notes from
yesterday's songs.
But
I can't replace
the vacuum of his absence
and so
I sleep in
the downward spiral of autumn leaves
watching the summer
slowly pack your things
and shut the door.

06/29/2005

Author's Note: Where are we going?

Posted on 06/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 Peter Hsu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Wendy Sparling on 02/24/08 at 05:23 AM

I really like the lines 'comparing your midnight-tawny curls to the shape of my mouth.'...great imaginary here. The last 3 lines are a perfect ending.

Posted by H.M Stevens on 09/30/09 at 01:44 AM

I very much like this morsel of delight.

Posted by Julie Adams on 09/30/09 at 02:26 PM

hey, this piece stands like a dandelion on the page, it is colorful, a bit shy, imagery abounding within...the last 3 lines are like icing...my pleasure, peace, jewels

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