I have taken some comfort
in unpuzzled acceptance
of your warm sidelong silences
your serious direct glances
warm and green and deep as
dreams of equatorial oceans,
wrapping myself in them
like a favoured blanket
against coming damp chill
in the heavy late light
of these dull yellow days.
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Poetry is like wine - after saying "I like it," or "I don't like it," I don't know what else to say about it. I could talk about soft chocolate undertones, but I'd be faking it.
So even though "I like it" is insufficient, I do like this poem. A lot.
Thank you, ma'am. A totally valid response. I've never been a huge fan of literary deconstructivism, anyway...
I like it too.
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