Dreams of peace

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 

Roll

Dance together  forming words

Yet

Another thought is played

Set In drifting time

We two four 

As two for

Running on in pensitivity

Roiling thoughts

Only echoing 

Longingly in trapped rapt melencholy  

Left

Softly swearing

On

Needless heedless wasted  lives

Reviews

[. serah .]

. those last seven lines are particularly stunning ...
. amazing work ...

[Gandré]

ahh this poem has (for me) a minimalistic quality, to speak about something we don*t observe properly, like for a half a second we look at that and - then we are gone to look somewhere else.. to write so beauteously how fingers can be seen... I love your imagination, Donald

[Sugar and Spice]

wow i love this! Incrediable!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

So many clues, so little time.
Cryptic.
Brilliant.

[Ed Hart]

Donald, you've got some real 'mind twisters' ("running on in pensitivity") threaded into this dark quilt ("Needless heedless wasted lives").