Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Lament


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Lament

The earth inconstant, ever turning
has no patience when it comes
to the once of might have been.
More poised then evident is that time
that never was. A whisp of something
that was not, a seed or scent or flower
dropped upon the altar of remembrance.
Loving you, not knowing what to say,
silence was my way and the moment
overtaken fell to feed the dreaming
of the down under lost. More poised
then evident is the once of then
hungering for the taste of not.


Scott Malby

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