today, this day, we have,
but others had them, too —
a place midst moving out and
holding still —
the autumn sings a song of
what is here and gone:
a chorus we can hear, if
we but will
i loved you in my time, and you
have loved me, too;
our limits, each, like blankets
keeping warm
the essences of all
our fleeting memories,
the shapeless pattern,
looking for a form —
but in this golden autumn, see
or hear these words:
or drink them, if you ever
need a fill —
that what you’ve given me
has always been enough,
and to you, i’ll be always
holding
still
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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I really loved the way you ended your poem with the drawn out words. Beautiful!
Love it Owen!