....

leave me-
sun, moon, stars
wilting, glass fixture and iris

I see beyond the red door,
last stair of universe-
black hole, heart pumps nostalgia.
It has dimensions
I have waded, dreamlike through
vast lands of waste and man

who stand at the edge of mortal eden
rain seeping through flesh,
taking the trash out, Sunday evening-

millennia fever, came and went-
God rests, the year of dog
silent tongue, whistle and spit

our wanting minds, our needful hands-
burden and regret

by Amberlee Carter

Comments (6)

I love the way you write - with breath and depth. Beautiful piece, this one! Keep on writing!
reading this poem only today - but does it matter, when I'm reminded of the vast treasure of a simple, ordinary life where wanting minds and needful hands are nothing more than burden and regret. Give me the simple, clean life, celebrated in this poem, without the waste at the turning point of eden. So much thought telescoped into few words - great 10
millennia fever, came and went- God rests, the year of dog silent tongue, whistle and spit What you've written there is absolutely beautiful. I feel it.
great elements here. I think you could work this up to a fever. You have the voice here and feeling.
I still like your poetry a lot! this poem is beautifully written. Well done! HBH
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