I can walk through lonely aisles
Always finding what I want in you.
The words aren’t right.
They never could be.
I held you too tight
And you slipped through my hands.
I poured myself into you.
Stroll with me in green -
Hard rain falls
Our twilight spins
Lost in constellation.
The fire whispers
Background jazz.
Pasts forgotten
I kiss you in your sleep.
Bright stars dimmer in the cold.
Prompt from Wednesday Wake-Up Call 26.12.12 Collage to Close the Year. We were challenged to create a work from other works throughout the year. I chose to write a cento from my two collections, Night Poems and Haiku in the Night.
Wow Ben..what a wonderful collage of words from your own work. So beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Susie. I always feel honored when you like my poems.
DeleteAwesome!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helle!
DeleteLovely words Ben! Thank you for being up for the challenge. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you! It was a good one.
DeleteThis sounds like music rather than poetry. Good example of both!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Heather! I often think of music and poetry as one in the same.
DeleteSo Beautiful Ben... "stroll with me in green" ..... ahhhhh
ReplyDeleteStroll with me in green... monkey ;-)
DeleteGorgeous
ReplyDeleteThank you :-)
DeleteWhen the cento uses lines from the same poet, especially yourself, it flows seamlessly.
ReplyDeleteWow. Thank you!
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