fate (triolet-ed)

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*sigh … have been too tired to hear muse clearly so, nudged (boot in backside style) by dear J, i turned this into an almost bearable triolet

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‘tis nothing but an echo of a kiss
limned in dusty bone and shade
barely intimate – while this,
‘tis nothing, but an echo of a kiss.
Cold end touch remembers the abyss,
cage of subtle rib in splintered fade,
‘tis nothing – but an echo of a kiss
limned in dusty bone – and shade.

One thought on “fate (triolet-ed)

  1. Paul says:

    A very soft, almost there kiss poem, like a tone poem. Lovely.

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