Poem 13
From the anthology Voices From Mt. Olive Cemetery, a work in progress.
Luella May Poland 1907-1922 The ocean sings my sad refrain. Sings as the lapsing afternoon Turns to twinkling twililight. It sings the polyphonic notes and harmonies Of a life at once wondrous and magical And then tragic. The soft but harsh music of ebb and flow Of loving, living and then, simply dying. It sings masterfully the pleasing chords Of desire and curiosity and fantasy. It sings the distant aloof music Of forgotten memories in the gloaming sundown, Of lost minutes in the stunning shadows, With the only boy I ever kissed, The only boy whose trembling touch I allowed Upon the small of my back, There in the caressing shade of infinite arousal There in the absconding darkness of thrilling intimacy! Indeed, the ocean sings my sad refrain. It sings now and forever. It sings the soft music of the stars. The magical wondrous harmonies Of ebb and flow, Of wind and time and space. It is finished.
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