The Distance Between Us is a different style for me... title flowing into poem... I like it.
I'm toying with dropping the "nature" references and sticking with the bedroom or marrying the two.... what do you think? Did I overdo the wind? Maybe stanza #2 should become stanza #1?Not a bad poem for an 86 year old Gent...
(39 at last!)... Dewell
The Distance Between Us
is less than a whisper
when dawn excuses night,
morning glory finds its destiny
and a willow wind quilts the pond
whimpering to begin today's concert.
You stretch, yawn, tug linens
up under your chin as if this day
may begin especially for you.
The fault line of a sweet
smile ripples across your mouth.
You arch your arm over me,
gentle as a rainbow, reach
for the snooze button.
-Dewell H. Byrd
I'm toying with dropping the "nature" references and sticking with the bedroom or marrying the two.... what do you think? Did I overdo the wind? Maybe stanza #2 should become stanza #1?Not a bad poem for an 86 year old Gent...
(39 at last!)... Dewell
The Distance Between Us
is less than a whisper
when dawn excuses night,
morning glory finds its destiny
and a willow wind quilts the pond
whimpering to begin today's concert.
You stretch, yawn, tug linens
up under your chin as if this day
may begin especially for you.
The fault line of a sweet
smile ripples across your mouth.
You arch your arm over me,
gentle as a rainbow, reach
for the snooze button.
-Dewell H. Byrd