IN HER CRAYON BOX

Oct 29

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POET GIRL QUIETLY INTERIORIZED LIKE A GHOST

BINOCULARS PULLED HER IN TO THE BRINK OF DECENCY

LONG GONE HE STOOD BEHIND HER ACKNOWLEDGED OR NOT

TRANSCENDED AND EXALTED TO THE POINT OF NEAR DIVINITY

THE STRANGE PASSION THEY HAD SHARED WAS NEVER ORDINARY

HE WAS THE DRAMATIC ELEMENT IN HER YEARLY AUTUMN

THE TRUE MEANING OF POETIC TERRESTRIAL EXISTENCE

IN HER CRAYON BOX HE WAS VIBRANT UNBREAKBLE GOLD

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Posted on October 29, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. rompoetry | October 29, 2012 at 12:08 pm

    What an absolutely awesome last line. In a weird way reminds me of Donne talking about gold stretched to “airy thinness” and not breaking.

    Reply
  2. Trent Lewin | October 29, 2012 at 1:06 pm

    It’s near Halloween, how come we are getting a love poem? I think I could take each of these lines and write a story around them. That’s pretty fucking cool.

    Reply
  3. Trent Lewin | October 29, 2012 at 9:44 pm

    I said fucking cool, sir! Fucking cool!

    Reply

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