Shadows Can’t Be Rehearsed
Syllables
dissolve in
Syllables
dissolve in
Syllables
dissolve in words
Curtains
fall
In the
middle of things
In the
middle of things
Curtains
fall
Curtains
fall
In the
middle of things
In the
middle of things
Curtains
fall
Syllables
dissolve in
Syllables
dissolve in
Syllables
dissolve in words
Curtains
fall
In the
middle of things
In the
middle of things
Curtains
fall
Curtains
fall
In the
middle of things
In the
middle of things
Curtains
fall
Syllables
dissolve in
Syllables
dissolve in
Syllables
dissolve in
Curtains
fall
In the
middle of things
In the
middle of things
Curtains
fall
Curtains
fall
In the
middle of things
In the
middle of things
Curtains
fall
Syllables dissolve
in
Syllables
dissolve in
Curtains
fall
Curtains
fall
In the
middle of things
In the
middle of things
Curtains
fall
© Tom Beckett
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Tom Beckett first published this poem on "L'amour fou" - his blog. He also sent me a .wma file with his voice singing the poem. It would be interesting to upload it, although I have tried to get it up as a video, but it takes too long.
ReplyDeleteAnybody can help?