Dheny Patungka
A glass cephalic muse
Yields to disclosure
She knows as I know not
She speaks as I cannot
Of a life so curiously quarried
I am wealthy she tells me
Red as a pagan heart
Volumes of unwritten poems
Fill my carts, at least in theory,
Though having never seen them
I cannot attest a life-giving labor
Too oft stillborn I am not convinced
That I possess a reasonable womb
Death I fear you, as my only companion
That I should speak forever as I was
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Love this!
Thanks so much I am so glad =)
Wow, “Too oft stillborn I am not convinced
That I possess a reasonable womb” just wow…
Thanks so much Melanie XD
very kewl 🙂
Thank you =)
Wonderful poem. I liked it. Today we celebrate the day in Spain Book.
XD thank you enjoy your celebrations
This poem seems like a beautiful sad melody. The entire poem is quotable. Loved it!
Thank you for your kind words =)
I also hear a melody in this work, something in a lilting minor key, lovely!! 🙂
Thanks Helen!
Wow! “Volumes of unwritten poems fill my cart, at least in theory… Love this! Sounds like an unfinished life with all it’s complications. ~Karen~
Thank you so much Karen =) Indeed
Wonderful write, I am in love with the first verse! 🙂
Thanks so much XD
Yves, this poem speaks to me and the feeling that death, now a nearer companion than when was young, might indeed find those volumes of unwritten poems that I’v neglected to write. Excellent.
Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments I worry a lot about all the time I lose
Ach…don’t worry…it is what it is and you do a great job!
=) thanks so much
So profound!
Thank you so much =)
Quite extraordinary Yves, very strong and vivid and yet a touch of the troubled as well. Well done.
Thanks so much Michael for your kind words
You are always welcome.
See this what happens when I catch up, all the comments are taken – smiles. Pretty damn amazing Yves.
Thank you so much Jenny XD
You are welcome 😆
I agree….pretty amazing!!!!! Wow!! Read it three times….wow! Love it.
Awww thank you Skye XD
Wow. You capture the longing and sadness of something not yet achieved that, perhaps, never will be.
Thank you so much =)
Beautifully written. This has such a sense of longing.
Awww thank you Sara =)