"revisioned" poems
By Arcassin Burnham
Suffered depression before,
But had a breakthrough,
After imagining your face on a magazine too,
In love with another woman,
Until you touched the earth (angel),
Delightful beauty,
Delicately the one you deserve,
But since I sketch and draw,
I thought I'd create a masterpiece,
With your face and all,
We agree to disagree,
Rich silent type,
But did a little work when it was due,
I was the one that did my dirt,
Thinking How would I persuade you,
We maybe in heaven now,
But make a list of all our origin,
And for the time we lasted,
Searching to live out our lives again,
Little did we know,
When the ship went down,
It was you I longed for,
To keep my spirits bound,
Growing into an old coot,
Thinking of mild regret toward ends
But what you didnt realize that soon,
I will see you again.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
In house made warm letters run,
Bright poems let, in winter sun—
The dreams of day a lively school,
As songbirds gleam at vernal pools,
Apparitions of youth— fly in and go,
A love blew held in wings, undertow,
Little things now steeping with peace,
Cloudy thoughts set aflame, released,
A lost woman revisioned— unknown,
Is conjured, screening real as a poem.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
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In house made warm letters run,
Bright poems let, in winter sun—
The dreams of day a lively school,
As songbirds gleam at vernal pools,
Apparitions of youth— fly in and go,
A love blew held in wings, undertow,
Little things now steeping with peace,
Cloudy thoughts set aflame, released,
A lost woman revisioned— unknown,
Is conjured, screening real as a poem.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
In house made warm letters run,
Bright poems let, in winter sun—
The dreams of day a lively school,
As songbirds gleam at vernal pools,
Apparitions of youth— fly in and go,
A love blew held in wings, undertow,
Little things now steeping with peace,
Cloudy thoughts set aflame, released,
A lost woman revisioned— unknown,
Is conjured, screening real as a poem.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
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In house made warm letters run,
Bright poems let, in winter sun—
The dreams of day a lively school,
As songbirds gleam at vernal pools,
Apparitions of youth— fly in and go,
A love blew held in wings, undertow,
Little things now steeping with peace,
Cloudy thoughts set aflame, released,
A lost woman revisioned— unknown,
Is conjured, screening real as a poem.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC