Is Never Forever
Begin any way, with things
that have no name: the sky
scorning the moon, its
impersonation hanging on
the last rim of light, you looking
in the window of the cab
shutting out her hand raising
a bid goodbye, dust on the skin
of the eye refusing to close,
the futurist's claim there
is never forever.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
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6 comments:
This is beautiful. There's a melancholy to it that plucks the heart strings.
Beautiful! I love short verse that says big verse things, Maureen.
the words that take me into a scene come with such a gentle rhythm...
Concise yet powerful form.
Sky scorning the moon--that's a powerful image. Also, the raised hand bidding goodbye is wonderfully put. Very well done!
It's sad to say goodbye, and you captured it so well.
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