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Week 12 post

Someone said something so small to me the other day and this is my '3 in the morning, can't sleep' product of that.




Yearning,
Desperate yearning.
The warmth, the comfort
Bottle it up.
A cold winters night
It might be long gone.
Loving...
Melting...
Yearning...

So like the very first
Naive, blissful.
All year 'round,
The sun is her core.

Perfectly aligned, one
Heart thumps.
Covers wrapped tight
Now that it's gone.
Loving...
Melting...
Yearning...

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littlenedved
May. 20th, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
nic work ... i especially liek the way u structured it, the repetition of loving, melting, yearning, makes me feel a really Yearning for this, your subsequent wanting of the warmth, very nice :D
michaelgriffith
Jun. 13th, 2009 03:49 am (UTC)
It is fabulous what can happen at 3am... the creative spirit descends and hey presto!... I like this poem- emotive yet restrained in its language. It sings!
MG
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