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At The Window
I feel with assiduous touch
Pale garnished crystal of frost
Lest they melt into oblivion
I stare voraciously
At their feathery-pointed sparkles
So modest, secretly poised
yet unseen
On my lashes the same sparkle appears
languishingly and unseen
No assiduous touch, for no-one sees the sparkles
I wait....
My lashes heavy with fixed melt
Lower lightly and enduringly
Then, a golden ray shone brilliantly
On the feathers of frost
And awakened my lazy lashes
To fix in dutiful position:
Waiting for night to fall
by Maria Lia G......
Real, striking imagery and metaphoric
yearning pervade the rendition of this
piece...
It's description of a heart's humane
longing for fulfilment on this journey
called life, is perhaps, in its own
creative way, uplifting as:
"Then, a golden ray shone
brilliantly..."
An enlivening piece in all of its
radiant, yearning beauty!
Ugonna