Poem: Pending
This week’s Poet’s Corner contribution comes from Michèle Nardelli in Adelaide.
Pending
Passion spent on ragged sheets.
The heat,
of an afternoon
in an anonymous room
void of softness or love.
Touching the skin, you have never
walked in,
conjuring the intimate
in a lie so intricate
it settles like a stone.
Do we let this cup pass us by…
give it another try?
Search for transcendent grace
in some other face,
or simply let it lie,
You might like
quietly, like a sleeping dog.
Breathing in a gentle fog,
that sometimes lifts
revealing arcs of bliss,
from another time.
That moment when life was young
and love so gently sung
through naïve limbs,
warmly nestled in
to the place you called forever.
Michèle Nardelli lives in Adelaide. Semi retired, she worked as a media advisor and public relations professional for more than 30 years in education, politics and agriculture. She writes poetry, “when the spirit moves”.
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