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Sam Peterson Poems
Some, for their lovers, mighty towers build Tall works of shinning steel and solid stone Others, still more devoted, shower jewels Across the breasts, hands and wrists of their loves
As Beauty walks through morning's foggy light And glows warm through opaque watery shimmer, Like pastel dabbings from enlightened hand Soft in line, yet sharper in inner shape.
His hands knotted tight, pulled up towards his face Stick-like arms, seemingly blocking the world On his side, often adjusting is body His breathing ragged and irregular
Morning stretches and spreads her red fingers Across the wall of the pale eastern sky And I think of you, not being here with me Then my world feels smaller, stranger, colder
Crushed again by mornings bright fertile light Reminding me that you are not with me Outside my door, gladiolas, poppies, And lilacs bloom in their riot of color
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Some, for their lovers, mighty towers build
Tall works of shinning steel and solid stone
Others, still more devoted, shower jewels
Across the breasts, hands and wrists of their loves
Men have walked miles across the burning sands
Or braved the oceans and all her perils
Facing deadly foes and hopeless chances
To see once more the women of their dreams
Artworks of unfathomable beauty
Requiring all the creator’s soul
Fill our fine galleries and museums
In testament of loves long forgotten
The only monument I make for you
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