Sunday, November 22, 2015

Fall


Simon Greyling




Fall

Meet me in the tide - pass the past
pass where the light flickers soft-tames
the lash of leaden night – meet me there
hidden in the abyss of my moonlit lust – my flesh
and yours one wet in the mist -our fall my
holy, hidden, secret - forever drifting




Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 9:57 AM
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11 comments:

  1. brudbergNovember 22, 2015 at 12:03 PM

    Oh I love the moonlit lust.. it's like a love-dance in the waves.. a dream of nights.... wonderful.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 22, 2015 at 12:54 PM

    Oh this is very beautiful - a fall of delightful words.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeNovember 22, 2015 at 2:12 PM

    Ooh, yummy! So romantic, so sensual....

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  4. Sara McNultyNovember 22, 2015 at 8:23 PM

    Love the direction this took, Pearl. Far cry from mine!

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  5. Old EggNovember 23, 2015 at 1:55 AM

    OK...but don't say a word. Delightfully seductive piece.

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  6. Jae RoseNovember 23, 2015 at 5:20 AM

    What a wonderful fall of words and thoughts...so very involving and intoxicating in a way perhaps? past the pass pass - such a wonderful line (s)...i sense this maybe an enjoyable fall

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  7. Sanaa RizviNovember 23, 2015 at 8:04 AM

    Beautiful......!!!

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  8. MiskyNovember 23, 2015 at 11:39 AM

    Gorgeous poem, Pearl.

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  9. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)November 23, 2015 at 3:20 PM

    THANK YOU ALL - I AM STILL RECUPERATING FROM A DRY-EYE PROBLEM WHICH HAS ME DIRECTED TO LIMIT COMPUTER TIME... Forgive me for not responding individually - <3 <3

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  10. SusanNovember 23, 2015 at 3:42 PM

    I wonder if even the leaves say this to each other?

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  11. Arcadia MariaNovember 23, 2015 at 5:12 PM

    I loved this poem.

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