The Poetry Of.
Peggy Dobreer........................
Pitiful Thirst
When the word
goes down on paper
naked and unedited
that's how I like it best;
pure expression, with
no concession to meter or form;
Siamese buds of truth
and imagination, blended syllables
cast in emancipation,
like a virgin with arms
thrown wide open,
and head tossed back in the wind.
When a story is birthed
fully formed with polished edges,
like a newborn baby with a
head full of hair,
and eyes of wisdom,
it's like looking in a prism,
housing a perfect verse.
It's like being the one
who loved you first.
And it's three times a pity,
this pitiful thirst.
Bamboo
The cerise glaze of evening
is a respite
fragile and underlined in glass
hand blown Florentine
on the curved awning of dawn.
Well tined in your charms
I am bamboo
hollow before this nectary;
knowing you
in the plump side of my hand.
You become eternal
as the moon
I am like stars into future galaxies
sliding through
the slender fingers of your grasp.
Until we meet again
Not yet I
Could not catch
Your drift
Your storm
Too fierce
Too swift
Too sweet
Comes deep
Your vision
Our perishables
Unearthed like
Ancient digs
Sacred totems
Dusted off
Until ruins
Evaporate
Into thin air
You
Are bearing
Gently
Over ivories
Oasis of river
You
Run down
My thighs
I am not
Sleeping at 3 am
I am bathing
In sensations
Of you
Until we
Meet again
