I sit upon the grass so green
'bove murky clay
no sky hath seen,
where marble sculptures
gesture capriciously,
smiling, sinister, mordant, profound
knowing all, knowing my ground.
Beneath a warmth rises
arousing the unmistakable,
the incomparable
feeling
of loss.
© Lance W Toohey Poetry
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
I sit upon the grass so green
'bove murky clay
no sky hath seen,
where marble sculptures
gesture capriciously,
smiling, sinister, mordant, profound
knowing all, knowing my ground.
Beneath a warmth rises
arousing the unmistakable,
the incomparable
feeling
of loss.
© Lance W Toohey Poetry