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I came to exhale

as a tree will; lay

in aspirated whys;

suck a trembling air.

 

Eye will limp in

daunting sky;

at roof top now,

in awe with these

 

our stars, whom use

the bruise of night

to yawn – in time,

as I in breathless

 

ardour, burn.

 

2 Responsesso far.

  1. Vicky Curtin Vicky Curtin says:

    Thanks Dean – it’s a bit of my old style I guess; from the days I got a bit floaty. It feels nice to be writing something poetic after all the dry prose of academic essays :/

  2. Dean English Dean English says:

    I like your ‘breathless ardour’ and the spine of sounds: air, sky, awe, whom, yawn, burn

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