SORCERY

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  • Lost Love

    SORCERY


    This is the green we dreamed of yesterday,
    One more April rebirth with red sun crashing
    Like a wrecking ball atop purple hillsides
    Sparking flakes of fire.
    Down below, alongside Highway 23,
    The neon sign of Hobart's Café blinks

    A short-changed welcome three letters shy
    While you sit inside at the only table,
    One hand against a steaming cup of latte,
    The other absently drumming
    A red-checkered tablecloth creased and worn.
    Jim Hobart says he'll keep an eye out for your bus.

    Meanwhile, across town, in an empty house, if I
    Could somehow through some April sleight of heart,
    Interrupt your sadness, catapult myself
    Into your Friday reverie, I swear this much:
    I would conjure up a magic spell
    To charm you and spring into staying here forever.

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    almostcrone commented on SORCERY

    09-12-2013

    Evocative. Wonderful use of color to define the image.

    Teardrops commented on SORCERY

    12-15-2009

    Beautiful i feel as if i am sitting there enjoying the sunset myself

    sambpoet

    12/16/2009

    Thanks. Providing a setting helps deliver the emotion in a poem.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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