Beginning Poem by Barry Middleton

Beginning

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The ritual of hopefulness
is always the same.

Velvet night is a soft vibration
as my eyes meet hers
with curiosity and fantasies
of what might be.

Later, talking, feeling,
the thread is spun
that wraps us in each other
like a thing hoping to happen.

Plastic gestures cease.

Again there is a breathing thing,
alive like the evening air,
a darting thing like flashing eyes,
a tentative thing, a blessing,
a possibility.

Beginning
Monday, April 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beginning,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nosheen Irfan 12 April 2016

What a beautiful poem! The beginning of love or any other feeling is the best time. Superb imagery throughout.

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Barry Middleton 12 April 2016

Thak you. Glad you liked it.

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