A Circle Of One Poem by Richard Bunch

A Circle Of One

Rating: 5.0


It flows where apples ripen.
Along the way rocks
dissolve mirrors of snow.
It becomes a true cast
of black spaces, dominions
that wake to lost friends,
goodness betrayed over tomatoes.

It delights in tidepools
where starfish stick,
holds the hearse’s wake
in a forever called the sea.
It caresses unwashed
silences, love does, and tracks the
center of the sun
in the furniture of each dark music.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rachel Butler 08 November 2009

'It caresses unwashed silences, love does' Rachel Ann Butler

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