a dark forest,
dense with spruce
and fir—
no echoes, only a raven,
cawing overheard
~ ~ ~
most evenings,
behind pleated curtains
soft piano scales
ascend, descend, diminish
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Old poetry, old Poet
Old poetry, old Poet
Last edited by Tim J Brennan on Wed Mar 18, 2020 7:14 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Re: Old poetry, old Poet
Hi Tim,
Lovely lines to begin with but this S depends on Latinate language that seems out of place:
Lovely lines to begin with but this S depends on Latinate language that seems out of place:
evening, all external activity
has ceased