Two faced God, turning pious wants, guilt laden passions to life of dearth.
I am being, eclipsed by futile doing.
I cling to your promise, curse your passing, evidence of my failure.
When surrendered to February love, indulgence excused in romantic promise.
Healing love lit days lengthen, spring tantalizes, summer beckons.
I repent sweet January, patient teacher, loving friend of present being.
Tis not your dark cold I fear, but my unrealized whorl.
This is known as the Hidden Galaxy, isn't it beautiful.
10 comments:
That was beautiful Susan.
why can you write decent poetry, but that lady at the inaugaration who will probably end up being the poet laureate could not?
Very cool...beats that poet at the inaugration for sure !
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What a neat family you have. I'm thinking you ought to have your own TV show!
Congrats on the Co Pilot Award. You soooo deserve it!
You are so talented! Thanks for sharing. And, now, you even have an award to your name! To think that I will get to say someday that I knew you when...
;0)
Mrs. Nurse Boy
Can I have your autograph?
I tell you you need to write a book. Love Ya.
Came yesterday but got distracted before the comment section (SEE, every time it happens)
JUST BEAUTIFUL!
Now there is some amazing prose, my friend! Wow!
Blessings!
Love that!
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