Une Belle Adieu
A strange and powerful thing ----
to not know what shall come,
where winds shall carry thee,
and time turns many a calendar,
withered with wings of days
some
light, others
grey;
A Great Lover too far away....
(many venus' between)
to not feel their whisper
Save through the long-line
of cold techno-echoes;
A hunger shall not be filled,
lay me down with the voracious lion ----
eat my emptiness....
who can feast long and forever;
she is gone
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment