A Poem by Max Meunier

words trickle down from eaves of vesper escarpment
as selenite shards in depth depicting shades
eclipsing the errs of an umbral ambria

bertrandite beckons in solitude’s song
adorning this desiccant seabed
on shores of decrescent impending

where earthen ensconcing had shifted below
and swathing seas did swallow shelter
her guiding hand granted guaiacum sanctum

then blades would give way to the gravity wind
ingress to paean panacea
in orpiment subtend of placid pastels

© 2016 Max Meunier

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You are a amazing writer. You motivated me to write a new chapter today. You make words come alive and create thoughts and vision. The description make the thoughts and places come alive. Thank you Max for sharing the excellent poetry.

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Added on September 3, 2016
Last Updated on September 3, 2016
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