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THROUGH A WINDOW

THROUGH A WINDOW

acacia and red ixora bleeding
under the mid day sun, couched in velvet green,
a mimosa tree sensually swaying
In an ocean breeze… these I see
in frames horizontal through open
slats of mahogany.
like Tantalus I long to drink the cool waters
before me, but I too am crucified
to a stone not of my own making.

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we have an accacia right outside
the door here at Bunnis
beautiful decorative...
the sing in a different voice
then poplar or maple in the
wind

Your writing is still as vibrant
and descriptive as ever
The Essence is strong in
this one!

Thank U Geremia!
Mr Wolf!

thank you

a brother under God's sun

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do you remember me? I always found something within your poetry with which I could identify! I really can relate to this:

like Tantalus I long to drink the cool waters
before me, but I too am crucified
to a stone not of my own making.

the longing and regret are palpable within these lines...I know what it is like to be my own worst enemy!

always, Cat

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