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grey matter
by Tricia Marie Miela thousand petals of sweat
rip through like lazy rain
crushing the blood beneath my breast
if only for a moment
my weakness and power are one
the girl I am is a goddess in her bed
a heedless wanton dreaming
of a man on the moon
visions like winter swim out to sea
time will run them over with the language of eternity
in sleep I will always recall
a whisper of a fiddle raw
from playing bittersweet symphonies
or how it felt to fall
and shadows elaborate why...
true love must incubate 09/06/2007 Posted on 09/17/2007
Copyright © 2025 Tricia Marie Miel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Burns on 09/17/09 at 07:52 PM Ok I have a plethora of magnetic poetry on my fridge that I mess with. And this awesome poem just inspired me to start putting my musings up on here. Great Poem! |
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