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somewhere sun
by Amos Lastsomewhere sun
we are reaching for the edge
where shadow melts in bright
or moves across in dance
tonight our hands
are players
to the music of our hearts
learning the dance
our ancestors knew
before there were words
when pleasure led
and pleasure followed
this is music set to moon
the pulse of stars
reflections in the shine
of pleasure in our eyes
07/13/2013 Posted on 07/14/2013
Copyright © 2026 Amos Last
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 07/15/13 at 01:10 PM Very nice and welcome :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/16/13 at 10:15 AM beautiful from start to finish. welcome to Pathetic. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/10/13 at 06:29 PM Certainly a poem worthy of POTD! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/22/14 at 01:53 PM I missed this as POTD, but glad I finally caught up with it. Congrats. Heart warming positive message here. I especially like the imagery and message in that second stanza. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 02/02/14 at 01:32 PM I enjoy the way you manipulate language here away from categorisation and towards expression... |
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