Saturday, November 16, 2013

TACENDA


you tear the still-warm sheets from the bed
last of November
's mild days to line-dry
beyond the pond, prisms glimmer
two singular droplets
on two twig-tips
shimmer into
stars
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©2013 Ravenna Taylor

2 comments:

  1. Much intrigued by the title, "Tacenda", and its meaning. Your poem and image touch upon a presence that was but is now invisible, leaving only signs and memories of it former presence. Thank you.

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