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Ruins


I see a cloud
so old it wants to sail
across the moon and rain.
Where is Eden?
Is there a hammock there?
I tend her garden:
the water, marble
forgetting which runs into which
when she draws the curtain.

Serge,

I give up. How about some hints on this?

Bluejay it is about death. It was written to honor Emily Dickenson. I am going to work on half rhyme. It is one of those poems that might end up taking on my blog. Thank you.

Serge

Ah! Now it makes some sense to me. Gracias.

Thank you bluejay, I have had no success getting it published so I turned it into a sevenling and put it in my blog. I really liked this, it was inspired by the poetry of Emily Dickenson. I read her poems all the time.