Saturday, October 8, 2011

in the afternoon being library spent

in the late afternoon being library spent
there is a need to grasp a shorter death
where the details are lost in lettered intent-
yellowed words and a dust gasped breath.

a bit of covered scarlet silk lipped desire
is heaving enough on a scant page turned
to a crescent bibliography of burning fire
where each citation is a reference yearned.

leaves enough in the autumn turn slowly
in an opaque blush of time's modest brush
teases the black nascent wish into frozen be
and ends with a sweet little death not rushed.

what starts with a turn into a lovely long seep
crescendos illuminated into an autumnal sleep


  1. i like it when you sneak a sonnet in here. nice haptic experience for me while reading this one. i always like visiting the library.

  2. Beautiful, Gerry. I have no words.

  3. Hello Gerry,

    There is more than a hint of hibernation about this poem. After a short sojourn in the library, I think I can hear snoring!!!
    An autumnal delight.

    Best wishes, Eileen

  4. Cheers folks. A sonnet once in a while is good for you. I might have changed this around a few times but I'm glad you liked the version you read.