my wilderness at twilight, 11-2011

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***
.
my wilderness at twilight
.
is such
to mellow out
on cords you play
softly downing as dusk falls
.
ghostly sounds
.
of missing a missing soul
of kisses missed
invite me
to stay
today
.
.
***
.
hey
you do
sing fine
feel my skin
raising to your
touch shaking softly
at the sound your voice
cutting the air as a gloved
hand passing through snow
winter afternoons turning to nights
in darkness waiting silently for your return
.
.
***
.
strings
notes and voices
riding the silent winter sunset
no much color just a blush powered on
darkness standing strong against
people laying down on an end
not rising just lingering
one after another
a bullet or two
your note
a must
miss
me
.
.
.My wilderness at twilight

4 responses »

  1. Anna, we have such totally different styles I have to read through some of your poems several times to begin to catch their beauty and flow. I’m always rewarded by taking the time to do this, plus I learn something from it as well. Thanks.

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    • So glad Tracy you are taking the time to catch the flow and to enjoy their essence, making the effort to thread on something different, over and over, if necessary. I always enjoy your feed-backs, thank-you!

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