Nymphaeas Poem by Arika Lloyd

Nymphaeas

Rating: 5.0


In the
empty
glass
of January

the apothecary
begins
to transpose

a dimly-lit
fugue

about life
and the
unobtainable.

Nymphaeas,
at rest.

Sunday, January 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: january
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Cantrell 12 January 2014

Unique and outstanding, true poetry in the fullest sense. Thanks for posting.

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