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jasmine breathes an aura
by Linda Fullerjasmine breathes an aura
of hearth and ardor
ripening to a heady grog.
glimpsed through rime:
eucalyptus moon.
listen as the bandicoot
utters a plaintive who am I
I harbor a suspicion
she is my anima.
born of and into gloom
our bodies leak plasma
raining like mystics
ground into dust
eagerly cupping a cube
soaked in sugar.
07/11/2010 Author's Note: I believe this is a double acrostic.
Posted on 07/11/2010
Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/12/10 at 12:18 PM Ah but I see beyond the gloom there is one who dreams or should. The world was made for discovery and you write as if you know it's there. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/12/10 at 10:52 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/14/10 at 06:08 PM I really like the feel of this one, though I'm not smart enough to figure out the acrostics. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/14/10 at 11:53 PM Sweet, chaotic, and visual. I think he would have liked this --in any language. :) |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 08/01/10 at 04:42 PM I think, of the two, I like this Borges acrostic the best. Argentina master indeed ... |
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