L'aura del Campo

Dawn's pocket full of prose

"Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken." ~ Albert Camus.



Dawn's pockets fill with prose

Two vines bloom yellow trumpets
sweet scent of honeyed suckle
faint path of stony dust

that leads you to my bower
where arms and lips ensnare you
where words can not describe you
in stanza's lilt and rhyme

warmth thrills the muse within us
on mats of moss and blossoms
clothes strewn among crushed petals
night's blanket of stars' shine

two vines entwine till sunrise
sing evening's whispered verses
Dawn's pockets fill with prose.

© Kåre Enga [168.108] 2011-07-16



Oh, the line, "a pocket full of prose". I gave an earlier version to Chris as he was working in Butterfly Herbs as I wrote this. Note: it does have a certain rhythm and rhyme. 14 lines with the meter: 7/7/6 7/7/7/6 7/7/7/6 7/7/6. The sixth syllable is stressed (never the seventh). Can you hear it?



Been reading mostly Costa Rican poetry. Now Poesía escogida by Ana Istarú.



A thunder storm brewing ...later.

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