Small Poems # 17 - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Songs fill the empty sky.
Beyond a place in motions time.
There to feel the quiet earth.
Trying to find a nestled place.
Places raptured beyond any repair.
Twilight fills the empty holes.
There only for a forgotten kiss.
Beyond any mortal form of bliss.
Beyond all calling of mother earth.
Trying bliss plants its seeds.
Grasping toward the warming sun.
Flowered soon in the chill of air.
copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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