Narcissus' Soliloquy
What I see in this pond
Is Sadness staggering
On the arc of my eyelashes
Reflected between oval leaves.
What I see in this lily pond
Is a bivouac of terror tenting my lips.
But I hear a voice,
A voice that rattled a gourd
On a misty prairie morning
When white gold tassel
Dangled from a new born ear of corn.
Where is this voice?
Duane Locke
Posted over on Gumball Poetry
1 comment:
i ssee her boobie.
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