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QUINTESSENCE

Two Poems, Facing the Blue Half of the World

Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh

Dear Readers,
Because you mean so much to me, each blessed one of you. Love and Joy.
Two poems from my private writings.

ECLIPSE
by Glenda Burgess

The moon turned
backlit by the sun
facing
the blue half of the world
where passion slept on,
dreaming
Darwin's theorems, the
white poems of Epictetus,
held
the dark pause familiar now strange
thus toss midnight a
kiss.


A MOMENT BEFORE MARRIAGE
by Glenda Burgess

The sun
and the ash-winged moon
canopy the sky,
singing
in the bower.
Hearts pendulate the slow one-two.

Summer storm
builds, breaks above us,
here
where we sit on the steps
knee to knee,
mouths full of garden berries and promises.

Lightning cracks over Hangman Bluff. The gutters
rattle with song.
Your lashes darkling fronds of question.
Little roofs – yellow napkins, the Sunday Styles -
tumble as you grab my hand,
a couplet
a secret alexandrine.

Conversation
puddles in the grooves
of the old stones. Rain
will wash the glasses.
Beyond the open window green stars
drench twilight across tin roofs.

I breathe you in.
Decode collarbone, earlobe, bent toe,
the hollow of hip.
This language of learning, of becoming
two
within two.

Day
behind night,
sun in the arms of moon,
the long waltz of always. What
is solitary.
What is not.
Hearts pendulate the slow one-two.



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