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Her thoughts on strings
by Shirin Swift
a lady walking where an exhalation of trees chases the sky
and a gnarl of white-boned fallen branches leers,
with no thought nor tear in her eye, clasps far lily stems
near likens their ministries to a periphery no one sees
a subtle interdependent co-evolution or stone unweaned
from the rivers bosom or a deep blue branchs tears
a storm unbegun nestles between her breasts
one by one a necklace of blueberries preempts possums and moths
and dusks crescent stems of supple Chinese bamboo on the balcony and the drowsy
voices from a tv trickling into the living room and a journey she must shortly take
11/15/2007 Posted on 11/15/2007
Copyright © 2025 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/15/07 at 07:32 AM beautiful beautiful atmosphere of alost... "storm
unbegun", "journey she must shortly take". I love the "exhalation of trees"... brilliant. I love the details..."possums" "moths" "Chinese bamboo", even the "tv" sound trickling. |
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