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© by Maya Stein

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Sunday, November 27, 2005

lucid


















i've left the dishes be for once
and kept the counter full of crumbs.
i can't make order out of much -
tonight i'm nothing but a pair of thumbs.

i wanted poetry, or song,
i wanted words for telling.
but night has left me just as mute -
how can that be compelling?

all i know is, you are sleeping
and i am far too tired.
the blankets call my name like Sirens,
and only moonlight seems inspired.

it must be winter setting in,
some lucid frosted almost-violence.
i'll cut the lights and shut the door
and sing my love in silence.

7 comments:

la vie en rose said...

superb!

Jenn Higgins said...

very sweet Maya.

snowsparkle said...

so so nice
the rhymes were an added surprise
especially in the way they conveyed
the playful yet tender mood
in that very beautiful maya way

tiff said...

lovely.

Kelly said...

the rhyming was a wonderful surprise. not many poems nowadays can rhyme well and be so moving and playful.

MB said...

It's a challenge to rhyme without getting stilted, and you've done it. Very nice evocation of fatigue and desire.

Justin Finney said...

It's nice to see a poem in metered rhyme. Prose poems get tiring sometimes.