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.

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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