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photosynthesis – poem

July 31, 2013


I felt it
not in your distant eyes
it was the scent of the rain in your hair.
I wonder if I knew him – must
feign deafness should a name
escape – a whisper as I rode you.
Dare he hold your gaze
or bask in the subdued reflection
as flowers crave the setting sun?
There are roots I cannot forsake
and sometimes the scent of jasmine
must be enough


From → poetry, romance

  1. Hi Bill,
    Nice. You really should consider posting on dVerse–there are three weekly prompts: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. I think you’d enjoy it even if you only participate occasionally.

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