In That Clasp of Silence
I slither through the deep forest
across a mystical scene collecting remains
from last evening’s venture : a shiny ligure,
china teapot, faded locket, and scraps
of letters on a trail of past impressions.
By now, periscope of dawn’s glitter
enlarges its serene movements
as light’s thick veil blinds my vision
on a quadrivial of glossed field ,encircling
my reality fragile and calm amidst balmy scent
of air entering my veins in gradual awareness.
In that clasp of silence purely unbelievable
reservoir of breath refills tired bosoms;
and the forest stands still in its auburn robe
waiting for clouds to form pathways
before the sun returns me back home.
Any Subject Contest of Shadow Hamilton
by nette onclaud
11 jul 2013
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