Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Monday, December 16, 2024

"Raindrops"

 Raindrops

As much as you complain about your heart

In efflorescence from the very start

It scatters like the raindrops from a storm

The vast expressions of the woman's form

Transcendence lies between the raindrop's tears

Combustion of the end of all your fears


Another one I halted before it got out of hand.  Maybe I'm learning something.  Maybe not.

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