... I Could Laugh

i know-
you won’t join me
beneath the moon
to taste ferments
from crystalline glass
nesting on satin

though you
have that longing
wedge within-
embering to a glow
warming winter cold
to degree of comfortability
yet doubts drape
with gentle feathery clouds passing,
sprouting buds concealed
too young to foresee
blooms on mistletoe

but i’m most hopeful... enough
that i could... i could laugh

by Manonton Dalan

Comments (10)

a nice poem of what could be if only they could see? ha ha LOL.............wonderfully written
good one i loved this very much
Your laugh makes sorrows forget.
Nice to be hopeful for a laughter............................................
You peep into hearts and have a way to say things that attract.
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