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Friday, September 30, 2016

APPARITION ON A STORMY NIGHT

   

    I'm working now with a somewhat sonnet
format... trying to express a reality which is actually beyond description.
     Here I go - another kick at the can - a finger pointing at the moon, not the moon itself.

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APPARATION ON A STORMY NIGHT


    

I'm sitting here alone, a storm outside,

As flesh and bone all disappear to dust,

I think of all  the useless things I tried;

And wonder near the end now what will last.



I chased a woman who eluded me

Amid the dust, noise, frantic in the rain,

Around each corner of the Paris streets

I saw her disappearing by the Seine.


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A woman at times may assume a glow,

Say, " Love can never be controlled!"

The goddess mounts her with a gold halo:

Illuminates the room close as she  smiles.




She’s not a lover of earthly climates,

This gorgeous apparition of my dreams;

My love for her exists now beyond time,

She's what is true while all the world just seems.



 

Sitting at my desk now high upon a cliff,

As sadness and more sorrows come again,

I try  lines and  realize as I write these riffs:

Not knowing Her, I'd never lift a pen.








                                                        

                                                                              (C)2016 by William Milne


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