When I think of all I've ever wanted to do
It all comes back to you,
Whom I've loved.
...
The Chameleon blinked as he entered the stage
(A popular act for an insecure age)
They applauded him on from the roof to the floor
(a recent review had been almost a page) .
...
In a dream
I met you again
And wished so deeply
I could get to know you
...
Sixty Years ago
The best and worst
Machine of death
The world has known
...
There was a family on my bus
I thought they came from Russia
Or Moscow
And I thought
...
We who know
the magic silence of the night
as half embraced by sleep
we slip inside the timelessness
...
Those who understand their gardens cannot be hurried
They understand the time
Theirs is a will
...
Upon the cloth a single petal lay
Full red like blood
As early sun arose to draw the day
Skies white as late spring can
...
It’s fair to say
I loved you more
when I believed your words
I will not call them lies
...
My true love
had a silver hair
all sprung
amidst her raven
...
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Afternoon
When I think of all I've ever wanted to do
It all comes back to you,
Whom I've loved.
Where years could pass in a look -
a hand -
a view -
To be over
Too soon
All secret
In an afternoon.
One waiting second:
Hour’s disappointment.
What can you say,
To we who were together for one day?
An afternoon was longer in your arm around my waist
and your breath cold wreathing about my face
and your eyes love.
These I have missed so much.
Greetings, Andrew! I'm not sure my last comment posted. Here goes again: I like to correspond with poets I like. I like your work, especially 'Aftermath.' Your work has a certain mood I'm attracted to in poetry. I'd like to add your email address to my list. I currently correspond with poets Edward Carvalho; Vernon Frazer; Ulrike Gerbig; Law H. Fisher; William Taylor, Jr.; and Joyce Lazarus. You can learn more about me at my website: stephensaul.com. My Email address is wanderings@poetic.com. And I have work posted on PoemHunter.com. Truly, Stephen Saul