October 13, 2011
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Balanced on idle fingers,
A crystal flute bubbles
With golden liquor,
Empties too quickly
And refills too fast.

Her face glows: is
It from happiness or
Maybe from taste
Sparkling with flavor,
Warming a deep cold?

She listens but little,
Loses the messages
Between thinly veiled
Propositions to sin and
Embraces to forget.

Only in her sleep does
She still see his face
In visions of before
Their lives followed
Paths to worlds far apart.

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Raven S. said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 7:27 pm

The final stanza is gorgeous! I love "followed paths to worlds far apart."

Great poem. (:

dishajh said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 7:19 pm
Conveys a deep sorrow amazingly. Great poem, indeed.
Amador said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 7:03 pm
Yes, great "thinly veiled" messages in this seemingly simple poem!
Sanjana C. said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 6:39 pm

Very nice~

I liked the part about propositions to sin the best.

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