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by Cassandra Leigh

a hundred days of
bitterness, an
interlude in pride:
the cost to beach
this wave gone rogue
he never meant to

in avarice,
my traitor heart
expelled as in a dream
a flood of wanting
which should have been a

His candle to my
raging fire,
too callous to suppose
my astronomic sacrifice
for such a graceful

Hawk's mind teaching
lion's heart
a lesson learned in flight:
my charted course,
and not his warmth,
must be my private

to drain the sea of
I'm glad I never spoke,
from dreams of being
his still place
in Tuscan fields
I woke.


Author's Note: I don't usually rhyme, but form follows function?

Posted on 06/28/2012
Copyright © 2021 Cassandra Leigh

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 06/28/12 at 03:12 AM

I really like this lady. Nice write.

Posted by LK Barrett on 06/28/12 at 11:49 AM

...I am such a sucker for meter, and the precision of your meter that contains such well-crafted images and emotions, well...tyvm for the write. lk

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/29/12 at 02:58 PM

Congrats on POTD! The meter moves this along swiftly, the word choices make each stanza a strong stand-alone. Thanks!

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