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Triple Time

Time’s scorched peach, spread syrupy soft rolling thick then thin its umber, gossamer Inside a dome gone silent, beating bacchii pulsated a slow awakening like oozing sap lazily rolling as a veil unfurls its edged curl Elongating silken strands, etching in drape… Time lays on rocky curves and water’s flat Its lurid rays painless, whisper “Shh, it’s I!” Mesmerized, all still to be charred in “Om” Eventide then swallows silhouettes, whole… (5/18/23)

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Daniel Turner

Date: 5/19/2023 8:37:00 AM

Reads like sunset to me, Susan. Great to read you again. Hoping you are well:)

Susan Woodrow
Date: 5/19/2023 12:01:00 PM

Hi Daniel… good to see you! that’s right -one I remember from a particular Camping weekend :) thank you… just fighting a migraine for a few days now it is getting tiresome … not so painful but enough to be bothersome! :)

I Am Anaya

Date: 5/18/2023 7:00:00 PM

Silky filigree perhaps by a body of water, reincarnated. Your signature poetry is born again. :)

Susan Woodrow
Date: 5/21/2023 3:30:00 PM

It’s whatever you perceive it to be :))

I Am Anaya
Date: 5/20/2023 9:36:00 AM

Aha! Why didn't I see that, my bad. A deep setting indeed! Susan, feel better soon. ;)

Susan Woodrow
Date: 5/18/2023 7:50:00 PM

Hi Anaya, I’m having an off sort of day so some poetry was needed to lift out of the funk :)