Forgetfulness Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

Forgetfulness



Happier than green-kirtled apple-trees
Waving their soft-rimmed fans of light
And taking the morning mist, in quick breaths,
You sit in the woven meditation and surprise
Of a morning uncovering its wind-wreathed head.
And yet within the light stillness of your soul
Dream-heavy guards sleep uneasily
Over the body of your last slain sorrow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 19 November 2014

I like the poet's style. RIP Maxwell. There is a kind of mysticism in this poem which unmistakenly goes on to impress the reader.

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Maxwell Bodenheim

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Mississippi / United States
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