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dandelions
by Peter HsuBeyond 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.
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| 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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