Secret, poem by Fabrice Poussin

















multicolor abstract, from Pixabay


Secret

It can never be told, written, heard

tending to a light brush of a fearful sense

swirling in an invisible waltz of gentle stars.

A soft curve is felt in a dimension private

a smile strives to find a moment’s rest

upon the firm of warm crimson fibers.

It is a single aim to fill an eternity of pleas

a wish to slide on the cozy slopes of a dream

where hard rains are a constant blessing.

Calling infinite particles to answer the prayer

pull the pieces of a throbbing puzzle together

melting within the portrait of the newborn muse.

A poet long ago created the fantastic encounter

so brief its memory carried the universe along

and today I swim in the torrents of the creature.

 


Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.


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