Friday, November 29, 2013

Confession


I look in your face,
and see the gray stains
against a blue…

You open up,
and I’m dazzled
forever by radiance…

Could I survive
when your fiery lips
touching a  forehead?

And I run and I run
and I run to escape
in the chilled
green house
of yesterday,
as if never coveted
you... .

Yet every day
waking up
in the warmth -
grateful
for knowing
the gate...

Read more: d'Verse Meeting the Bar: Conceit

6 comments:

  1. the chilled green house of yesterday.... ah we cannot flee from what we really love... and sometimes we put it all on one card...

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  2. Oh, that last stanza is especially beautiful. I am thinking about the importance of 'knowing the gate.'

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  3. Some wonderful imagery here... the green house of yesterday.. I love that.

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  4. smiles...it is good to have our places to escape to...but knowing too the gate is there and you can go back through whenever you want....

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  5. A nice confession to give as you escape to a wonderful place

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