Transparent Words - Poetry



by Barbara Phillips

            Memories tumble me into leaves,
            tumescent warmth touched by visions.
            I become the tumbler,heady with the wealth
            in the brilliance spread around my feet.

             I hear the music and the words
             weaving stories I can no longer remember;
             yet spells slide beneath my feet
             caress my head, while whispers in the echoes
             lead me to mosaics yielding
             into carpets too rich to bear
             seduce me into sleep
             where death will not mourn
              or wipe away my tears

              I am taunted
              beaten into glory
              opulent as gold  leaves on
              paper white limbs stretched
              beneath frosted skies



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