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Leslie Cullen Poem
Rich dark blanket of night,
Silken wrapper, inducer of sleep,
You sooth the glare of harsh daylight strivings.
Half of the world sinks into rest.
Beyond the soft, tenebrous cloak: infinite brightness.
Into the dense fabric a droll designer deftly fashions
Small snips, eyelets, delicate cuttings,
Wheeling patterns – the geometry of whimsy.
Sprinklings of brilliance,
Sparkling clarity beyond imagining,
Dustings of ancient, newborn glitter,
Stars give a benediction to sleep.
Copyright © Leslie Cullen | Year Posted 2015
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Leslie Cullen Poem
I. Beyond the open dormer, high boughs of trees stir.
Your voice is in the green leaves,
In the mingled limbs moving, stirred by fluid air
Flowing past the casement, touching eyelid and cheek. Shoulder.
Caress of ephemeral particles which only perhaps, yet in my mind
Brushed across your own skin at some previous, unknowable moment.
II. Rain comes.
How many drops were condensed from your sea,
Sent onward from spray of plunging bow, delivered by the wind?
Blurring sight turns out past distance, through time,
Patchworking visions real, desired, remembered, imagined.
The very scent of the air is as bracing as your mind
But its touch is as gentle as your hands.
Copyright © Leslie Cullen | Year Posted 2016
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Leslie Cullen Poem
Inexorable time
Carves the green landscape of memory into precipitous canyons.
It flows with heart’s blood
Reshaping our souls into inexplicable forms,
Sentient tesseracts.
Shall we follow a butterfly down winding trails,
Past waterfalls to a bed of ferns?
My bare feet rest in the stream and I offer you a mango.
On darkest nights my crown of stars
Illumines past and future
With spiraling lambent arcs.
Twenty five years fold into fifty,
Fifty circle to one hundred.
Step inside the translucent halo.
Tell me if a brass key can unlock eternity.
Copyright © Leslie Cullen | Year Posted 2016
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