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2009
I am hollow.
a sphere of tears dried,
nothing inside but pride
that even now sublimates to vapours.
memory capers,
but for how long until the light
goes out and the projector's threads
mean nothing but erosion.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
2 observations:
Lovely!
A mix of the romantic & the modern!
We have not visited each others blogs for some time.
Great to find this poem on yours!
from www.smitaspoetry.blogspot.com
wonderful reading you again, after some time!
With the kind of refrain you haven't lost!
Thanks for being there on your blog. Do visit mine: www.smitaspoetry.blogspot.com
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