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The wind in March does not
dive into melancholy with
February's prisoners chained
to a grey sky
it does not roar with gaping mouth
nor bleeds into rust and decay
choiceless
in my love for you
I am surrendered
I howl
I am uplifted
I rise
with this peculiarity of you.

Worlds appear and disappear
in our sexual embrace.
We linger here, fully realized.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ohio, USA

Favorite Poets: Bokonon: “Let your life be the poem you write”. , I'm still writing.....

Comments

Candlewitch

13 years 4 months ago

Hello Anna,

Once again I am taken with your wordsmithing skills. Your imagery takes my breath away. I love this piece. My favorite lines are:

The wind in March does not
dive into melancholy with
February's prisoners chained
to a grey sky
it does not roar with gaping mouth
nor bleeds into rust and decay
choiceless

spectacular!

always, Cat

Kailashana2

13 years 4 months ago

Thank you Cat. Hope you and

Thank you Cat. Hope you and yours are well. Spring is just about sprung, 61 degrees a couple of days ago,
today it's bitter cold. You'd think winter was reclaiming its time.

Cloudthings

13 years 4 months ago

Food for my soul here, you write so beautifully

Delicious Ana, what a divine pleasure to read you again! Always so inspiring & so enriching.... You really do have to be one of my favourite all time writers anywhere.

Always, you move me to a higher place of exploration, it is such a mark of a good writer, don't you think?

I am sure I read some time ago that you publish your work, I would be very pleased to purchase any publication from you.

So lovely to be back & find you here still

In humble respect & apreciation.
Anni