Food for lullabies of lulled sleep that cradled the mind


Once Baltimore,
When the mulberry burst with promised leaves May-time bonds of marriage,
Near the ocean’s boa-like snake,
Which slices North from Virginia, which welcoming,
In one sense, the pale groping hand  into the nest,
In perfect love the grabbing here and there of cold wave,
In perfect love the soft’ning touch of water, tender, with smooth skin,
In perfect love he, the rustic man, walking the beach, courting majestic sea,
Eagerly waiting, trembling, listening.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. crayfish
    Mar 30, 2012 @ 10:30:10

    Did a song inspire this one? I didn’t read it cos the title kind of distracted me.

    Reply

    • wordcoaster
      Mar 30, 2012 @ 15:31:14

      I can see how that would be distracting, but it actually wasn’t inspired by a song–I know it’s very close to “Where have all the flowers gone”, but I promise that was coincidental. I will change the title so you won’t be so distracted.

      Reply

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