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sweet existence
by Peter Humphreysthe
light
drifts
a gently
casting o'er
the cat crept
floor grey shadows
of a trembling dawn
clothes passion scattered
in the night abandoned as a
clock swings tick swings tock
and on her bed breasts rise breasts
fall in time to life and lust and love
as outside that door chaos reigns an
old regime acrumbling and as she rises
dizzy dawned and combs her hair yet dark
a table rose full opens and petals fall as one
as all soft moments of remembering existence
sweet existence
01/20/2007 Posted on 01/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/20/07 at 03:27 PM Really nicely done use of style. I love how it starts out. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/20/07 at 10:22 PM Hi Peter. Here is rhythm like all love should have; physically, emotionally....the rising/falling cadence of life's "sweet existance" indeed. Much enjoyed this! Thanks. |
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