(Inspired by Christine Austin Cole’s
“Rest your hesitation in my hands
Where it might find its home
And I’ll set it gently inside these lines
So that it won’t be alone”)
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Perhaps I’ve never loved
Perhaps it has never snowed or
Day could wriggle out of the
Lingering embrace of night
Perhaps the lines in my palm
Have been effaced by tides of hope
Or perhaps I never had these
hideaways
Perhaps in this room without window
Seasons, suns and snow has never
seen a door ajar enough
To import life
Perhaps the whispered pleasantries of moon
Were too soft to reach the clouds
Perhaps the indigo shroud
Will shield my fate my darkness
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-palm/
