Laboring a poem
A sudden rain of a lightening,
a drifting into the space of
everything and nothingness,
the way glass glazes like etched wind
across meadows,
waking with small sips of champagne
and a single verse swirling on my tongue
in yellow and ice.
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“. . . etched wind
across meadows . . .”
My favorite!! Lovely!
Thanks, Linda!
How smooth a formation of poetry – small sips of champagne.
glass formation .. oh that is a process sometimes. and others it’s just a struggle
nicely versed
nice…that opening stanza is so ethereal….the everything and nothing…nice…the champagne on the tongue in the end..and tasting its colors…ha…cool that…
“A sudden rain of a lightening,
a drifting into the space of
everything and nothingness,”
That sums up nicely what “Laboring a poem” is like for me !!
Very kewl JL !!
Muchas gracias, Mr. RB.