Monday, August 2, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Just So: A Love Poem of Sorts

Just So: A Love Poem of Sorts

Even though awkward
I freely opened once
my arms to you. I still
    long to do so, but its
not the troubled, grinding
heart that fails, rather
inadequate & reluctant
    muscles, You are as ever
the fresh aroma of nectarines
sunshine picked. Full moon
rises & calm is the night.

Harvey McQueen

This Tuesday poem follows follows logically from the previous blog.

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1 comment:

  1. Sad though this is, it's a fine coda to your previous post. Thanks, Harvey!