Limbic Lucidity

28 Apr
when the music ribbons
the limbic edges
the hours of the night
into the wee morning
only you can descale my eyes
face-lines are
the true chart
to the tycho of the child's smile
revolving past my lunar dark side

the spiraling walled path is
hemmed by bogs
of those empty years
you were not
snaking the roots of the night
shadows elongate
but then
de vine clings true
making the granite

another climb to the mossy bed
at the foot of the knife-inscribed beech tree
if we just...if we
sinking in quagmire
of breath
but only as i
lost you

you became the night eclipsed
from the light

but my leaves
are still dotted
with dewdrops 


3.3 9/7
© Brian Peter Hodgkinson

Posted by on April 28, 2022 in Poetry


3 responses to “Limbic Lucidity

  1. d.a.simpsonwriter

    April 29, 2022 at 5:54 am

    Beautiful ❤🌹


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