for years I simply couldn't see
the colour of hybridity
and, close at hand, the greenest eye
as elemental as a sigh....
Sweet pendulum of rise and fall
responded to the silent call
of amber's strange familiar glow
relying on my heart to know
this grove of wild affinity
both wrecking ball and harmony
this tender ambiguity
of
hazel
sincere good wishes for a new year of meaning and meaning-making, to all who dwell in the absurd, liminal spaces of thoughtfulness.
ReplyDeleteof amber's strange familiar glow
ReplyDeleterelying on my heart to know
wonderful lines...
happy nu year Harlequin
garth-- and to you ! thanks for the visit and the kind sentiment.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much here to like in this tender, wrecking ball of poetry. Well struck for a new year!
ReplyDeleteaporia-thanks for this sweet comment. nice to see you here again.
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