in ancient days
my love for you
lurched formlessly
among the wilds
in search of you - to feel about
in search of me - to feel inside
down all those days
without a form,
my love for you
grew mad and strange
'til we were born
and it found me
and I found you
and we were changed.
2 comments:
Too kind, RJW. Too kind!
This is the poem that infamously lost me the prize in the free weekly rag's annual valentine's day poetry contest.
I had a pretty humorous post listing the poems that actually won the prize, but then I realized it was unfair of me to subject the simple and sincere verses of these naive, unsuspecting poets to ridicule - just because the editorial staff can't recognize QUALITY when it bites them on the very ASS!!
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