3.2.11

A Moment


poetry,
freshly drawn and tempered,
with rhythms perfectly balanced.

stanzas
that linger on the tongue,
and leave trails of meaning behind.

silence
in the aftermath of tastes
as the poet walks silently off-stage

tables
where fools never dine
and angels have discourse instead

goblets
of intoxicating words
that touch the depths of the soul



© garnet robbie

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