In that erroneous age, the twenties
I had such ‘illusions’
I lived with love
And made only art
Hoping I would be able to eat tomorrow
I never averted my eyes
From rainbows and fountains
From women who seemed
In touch with a higher reality
Like a sweet heart
I buried my lips in the snow
Only to feel it melt in my spring
Then I turned thirty, and everything changed
I had only ‘poems’ to call my own
I lived alone
And made my heart
One with honeybees:
Honey looks different with age.
sounds about right
But is still as delicious x
That’s true Julia.
I do so very much enjoy your work-
Hey thanks a lot! What do you like about it?
The unusual combination of disparate words. One example is the phrase ” walk between words”.
Such a beautiful and rich phrase. Clever and elegant.
Your work is full of such examples.