Dreams of peaceA Poem by Donald Meikle
A nymph and her daughter
Pause to refresh
Two caught in polite conversation
Like the admiring tenant.
Yet whatever happened (shivers)
To the beautiful day?
As two or three fingers
Dance together forming words
Another thought is played
Set In drifting time
We two four
As two for
Running on in pensitivity
Longingly in trapped rapt melencholy
Needless heedless wasted lives
© 2012 Donald Meikle
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Last Updated on March 4, 2012
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