Briefly it enters, and briefly it speaks

Poem inspired by the title of Jane Kenyon’s poetic masterpiece, “Briefly it enters, briefly it speaks.”

they come to me like midnight jasmine,
syllables moody-saccharine,
like crickets singing in slow motion,
when I write of him—
framing a face of exquisite symmetry is
the moon, lustrous;
far away and yet, it feels like
I can reach and capture, completely.




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Bar-tending for the lovely De, the word tonight is “Bother.”Come join us! 💝

Posted for Quadrille #126 @ dVerse Poets Pub