I
slept in
awakening
to soft sunshine,
silence.
I
stretched
moving dreams
from deep in
muscles.
Your
words linger
still, haloed loosely
around ears,
a touch of gold,
a slight of hand,
that
rivals Midas,
for every pound
he’s worth.
Aleathia Drehmer 2007
Published by The Cartier Street Review 7/09
3 comments:
soft and round, it hardly made a sound..more like a low whoosh..
This was also just translated into Portuguese and published in an email distributed fashion to 1700 people around the world. It is called Art in 8 Seconds.
It is very interesting for me to read that blog. Thanks for it. I like such themes and everything connected to this matter. I definitely want to read a bit more on that blog soon.
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