Peter S. Quinn


Drizzles Of Time (From New Waves To The Shore) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Drizzles of time the thoughts we have here sown
Interminable with its feather touches
Through futures of circles and sky blown
With each their means and too many clutches
In a tranquil delusion the head lolls on
All is without or coming there within
Clouds in their drifting until they are gone
Showing clear skies with freshly buoyancy spin

The fires interrupting with their kiss
Eve of tinctures to sleeping travel
That sleeplessness has woven for dreaming
Tomorrow deportment of songs and bliss
With beautiful thoughts for us to marvel
While hours of lateness are redeeming


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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