Near Truth

in the eternal bower,
with the intoning jasmine buds,
like famished lovers,
side by side,
dunking squares of moon
in lakes of silvery milk,
not talking,
not touching,
just the wind,
hands still damp from the ocean,
pulling and tucking the night
under bare ankles;
in the near dark,
in the near light,
stars settling on sweetened lips,
a measured glance,
an unexpected sigh,
love and life,
temperamental mistress
and capricious paramour;
not living,
not loving,
just the wind,
unfurling a tentative curtain of light
before unseeing eyes;
shuffling silhouettes and shadows,
side by side,
in the near truth,
in the near pretence,
like elegant strangers,
building walls of cold sunshine
in the space between them,
love and life.

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42 thoughts on “Near Truth

  1. You may shuffle silhouettes and shadows; that much is fine, but pulling and tucking the night under bare ankles? Here the guardians of astronomical grammar might object for it may just undo their rules of celestial propriety.

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    1. What if I quote Khayyam.. โ€œThe Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.โ€ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. what a contrast between ‘stars settling on sweetened lips,’ and ‘building walls of cold sunshine” & ‘near truth’ and ‘near pretence’…seems just the wind ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Whew, I feel the chill in this poem…”not living, not loving, just the wind…,” and oh those “walls of cold sunshine.”

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  4. “love and life,
    temperamental mistress
    and capricious paramour;
    not living,
    not loving,
    just the wind,
    unfurling a tentative curtain of light
    before unseeing eyes;”

    my favourite lines of this poem

    much love…

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  5. TP this is one of those poems that you can read… inhale, read… feel, read…whirl.
    You had my imagination spinning at “dunking squares of moon
    in lakes of silvery milk,”

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  6. As a child I dunked graham crackers in milk. As an adult, may I dunk moon squares in stars? I hope so! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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