Poetry Selection (1)

Much poetry of mine is prose poem in style. Because of the lack of an apparent cadence and often lack of end line rhyming, it has a structure and form for the eye with which gives the reader an opportunity give his own cadence in the breaks as he moves from line to line. This leads into a rhythm, hence the reader creates his music for the song. This cooperation between artist and reader makes the prose become a touch of poesy; perhaps this is a touch mutual creativity. It is another dimension, perhaps fourth but maybe the Fifth Dimension of Choice (from Maxwell, Einstein and Kaluza circa 1921)! In any case, it is somewhat fashioned on one of e. e. cummings styles; as in "in Just-". hh

03

forever and a day
today and tomorrow
I'll see you there.......

hope you are

in a yellow dress

with breasts peeking

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i saw you from afar

returning
with goods
for
firelight fun
and food
and frolicking
along the
beach
 
tantalizing me
with your
soft tummy
with its
dimple
 
and it's into the
tent we go
and frolick
with my
toes
along your back
 
and dawn
comes
 
 on a hot August nite
after
a hot august
afternoon
 
the moon sneaks
above
tall trees
 
and peeks into
the open tent fly
by and bye
 
the orange orb
of the nite
scans the inside
briefly noting
 
the near naked interior
and no one
inside
 
the moon
with its
penetrating gaze
found
the
lovers
wandering
up
Blue river
to find
 a new place
for a new bedroom
 
away from Selena's
piercing eyes
 
3)   
A letter
 
my letter came back
unopened
or was it
steamed open
 and resealed
the words speak
rejection
and I sobbed silently
 
i wonder if your small hands
held it
read it
sent it
back
 
were you just a dark-haired
girl
looking for
a free glass
of
red wine
 
with eyes that
shine
and white
teeth
that gleam
and breath
that steams
Copyright [2013] Harvey Harte