I yearn to row,
And cleave this crystal ocean; a lambent sapphire,
In two flawed gems,
So that the world could see and sense,
The fault in the form, and not the framer,
For once,
To understand,
That no sharp edge cuts it clean enough.
I yearn to row,
And cleave this crystal ocean; a lambent sapphire,
In two flawed gems,
So that the world could see and sense,
The fault in the form, and not the framer,
For once,
To understand,
That no sharp edge cuts it clean enough.
Beautiful.
I’m glad you liked it!
It appears that I like all of your work, so far! I see this all in a nice book of your collected poems!
😊 That’s quite a compliment.
It’s honest!