- Non-Erotic Poetry
- wither
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watching the pebbles of disappointment
gradually displace its waters
each plunk, perhaps, insignificant
until sheer volume renders
shallow its pull
it no longer matters whether the promise
is half empty or half fool
there's still not enough
hope remaining to quench
a desiccated heart's thirst
the sun draws blood through skin
tenderized by the sting of blown sand
leaving parched dreams
and echoes of passion
waiting in deception's desert for love to rain
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- COMMENTS
impressiveabout 15 years agoSee the incredible photo Vana made of this poem: http://www.cafepress.com/comingtogether.360911396
Bill Dadaabout 16 years ago'it no longer matters whether the promise
is half empty or half fool' Loved that line.
mismusedover 16 years agoBeautiful metaphors, lovely construction, heartrending, way too emotional, but compelling. A sweetly written lament of the heart.
lucky-E-levenalmost 17 years agoI loved every word of this poem, but what really got me was the time-travel it took me on ... spanning such a long period of time in a few succinct lines. Very powerful. Very painful and beautiful at the same time.
