Sunday, 8 June 2014

From the telephone by Florence Ripley Mastin

This is a rather magical poem by Florence Ripley Mastin. It is poems like this that make me realise I've a long way to go before I can write so beautifully.  Her words.  Such emotion.  Your voice broke like a flower. Sigh.



Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.


http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/telephone

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