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Lines composed on a near-pristine day, reflected in a spoon
by Brian Robertsbandit breezes, a tinge wealthier now
Having made off with encores of your fragrance-
Invisible You's: contracted no doubt
In some protracted embrace or in those
appropriations of skin by the other.
Out there, taut, parted in red-sea fashion
the rows of a virgin garden tilled for
the ambition of tomatoes and corn,
not remains of our fling flung motionless,
like a prize baby-doll flailed till faceless;
My rupturing hands mold sadness in haste. 03/16/2010 Posted on 03/16/2010
Copyright © 2025 Brian Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/16/10 at 06:49 PM Really sharp, striking language, especially in that second stanza. I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/18/10 at 03:59 PM ... an excellent write... welcome to Pathetic..... |
| Posted by Anastasia Shows on 04/10/10 at 09:22 PM as i told you before you posted it. i love the last three lines of this one in particular. =) |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/29/11 at 05:35 PM This is a stunning poem, with imagery that makes me jealous of your talent. I love the "bandit breezes". |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/29/11 at 10:43 PM Great Choice for POTD! Loved your choice of words. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/01/11 at 02:26 PM Strange and delightful... Good show. |
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