When Will The First Beautiful - Poem by Lorene Kinsey
When will the first beautiful
Words of the year creep
Through my mind, months
Of silence, no beauty or hope of.
Then I catch her peering at me—desire
Something greater than
What I feel inside—
A break from the tension,
Numbness, anger, I am
In love again for a moment.
Slipping into my world,
The one I knew so many
Tears ago. It is good that
She calls to me, beacon of
Hope in this dull, frustrating
Night. Only wish she were
Accompanied by my other loves,
Thunder and rain, though I am blessed
To share this moment,
This night with the moon, pen, dim light.
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