Late Night Poetry
Writing poetry
late into
the evening -
is watching dew
drip
along a window pane
down to the sill.
Like discovering
woman -
in all her glorious
beauty for the first
time.
Learning about her,
yourself,
and a spinning,
plunging universe.
As always comments are welcome.
2 comments:
I love the sound in the last four lines; the others are perhaps too flat ... or something.
And I don't think there is such a thing as "woman," or "man" for that matter. Only women and men....
Good job!
I liked the picture it brought to my mind.
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