A poem of mine , misplaced for 40 years, found now. Go figure.
What was once an image
has faded to the core
And wherein did kneel listlessness
can linger there no more
What was once an image
has faded to the core
And wherein did kneel listlessness
can linger there no more
I have no longing for teeming lips and
words let go in air
Nor silver fingered promises
that stream in my love’s hair
But shall once more find way to embark
upon a mighty cruise
For love and thoughts and listlessness
can bruise, can bruise, can bruise
11.16.78
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