The Wayward Orchard / Paul Sohar

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POEMS
Sunfish Pond
Requiem for a Refugee Camp
Summer Past
The Geese Were Gone
The Wayward Orchard
Mount Katahdin
A Tour Without Virgil
The Ravished 
Ideal
Daniel
My Dream House
The God of Spring
The (Last) Party
The Secret
The Other
This Wall
Summerfest
Little Night Music
Being and Its Skin
Grandma’s Silence
The Ruler of the Mirror
The Silent Dreamer
Keep It Simple
Canyon Dreams

 

 

The Ravished

The truly naked skin is all alone
and not about to be dressed,
but waiting for its nakedness
to slowly hatch
the colorless and odorless
ants of eternity…

yet the skin about to be dressed
in caresses’ silk
proudly bears its naked petals
and strokes the fruits wrapped in them 
with unhurried fantasies,
watching the world sweeten and swell,

and knows nothing about
the nakedness of a singularity
in the busy universe,
about the stark reality
of absence and the nudity vibrating
between parallel lines…


  © Paul Sohar, 2011
 

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