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Stefan nnn Poems
Dizzy In Springtime
the blossom came early, dressed in white finery even though the nights are still so cold that the stars fall from the heavens and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass
A New Friend
Alone, I walked out in the night Watched the stars, watch me watching them.
I am completely unable to count syllabubbles, so I don't do, haiku
Remembering Moments Yet To Come
Sometimes, in dark of the night When the rain is drumming out rhythms Of sweet loneliness and regret On my windowed pain.
I'd Rather Be...
Pearls from the sea, diamonds from the mountain. White gold from the river's start, beauties where we found them.
Poetry Spills From the Cracks of a Broke...
How many love poems, end in love requited? How many the hands won, with pretty words?
storm soaked by salt water on this ocean of sighs I pitch and roll helpless -
The moon dark night, echoing with the cicada song of four X tinnies. Lit with a rich golden hue.
clicking moments listlessly away days escape like loosely held sand the road less travelled seems lost
The Drive Home
The evening draws to a close Excuses are made and we - say our goodbyes
moon? not moon?
time passes there's no tick there's no tock from a digital clock
One note follows another, footsteps on a path, that doesn't end but fades away, some day
The Truth About Beauty...
If beauty lies in the eyes of beholders how then can we know beauty's
A Prayer on Parting
Come gently to me at the day's end, Whisper sweet nothings to me. Take me and break me and make me. A woman again.
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Dizzy In Springtime
the blossom came early, dressed in white finery
even though the nights are still so cold
that the stars fall from the heavens
and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass
recognising once more its immemorial springtime lover
the wind's tender arms embrace the blossom's slender form
and hold it in timeless motion, in passion.
i drink a cup of rich warming red wine
to stave off the sharp taste of winter
and spin, giddy as a silent celluloid heroine
dancing alongside the blossom and the wind
till I fall, and lie still on the grass
the world ...