The Silence of a Moment’s Touch

The Silence of a Moment’s Touch

A Poem by Max Meunier

sun kissed flecks in ochre hue
trickling trails of wistful trod
pouring out as florid scents sail
yawning canopy doused clover

flailing gales of ghostly whispers
mantle muting raveled mind
fan the flames of dwindled kindling
webs spun framing frivolities

the silence of a moment's touch
would ground torrential skies eternal
weeping brume imbruing marrow
warping whence was hale anew

hollow hands churn notions restless
spilling forth the levees breach
tormenting transposed to parchment
wrapped like sheaves round bounded roots

© 2016 Max Meunier


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Added on August 5, 2016
Last Updated on August 10, 2016
Tags: max, meunier, poetry, love, despair, heartache, lament, romantic