Man, Love Maker

November 18, 2020December 21, 2020by theusedlife

now, a man
a single atom 
	shaken in gloom
invented in a 
	garden
worshipped in a 
	parking lot
made love with
	unpolished hands
in a field of burnt orange poppies
splits, decides
makes wine
dances with vengeance

6 thoughts on “Man, Love Maker”

nickreeves says:

November 18, 2020 at 6:42 pm

Lovely shapes and lots of space.
Wonderful
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1. theusedlife says:
  
  November 18, 2020 at 7:34 pm
  
  Thank you so much.
  
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jei says:

November 18, 2020 at 7:27 pm

What a shocking and beautiful poem. It has touched me. Grazie, L 🙂

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1. theusedlife says:
  
  November 18, 2020 at 7:35 pm
  
  Thank you, J. I’m happy this poem moved you. 🙂
  
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Bob Whiteside says:

November 19, 2020 at 8:40 am

Wow. This poem really hits home. Wonderful!

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1. theusedlife says:
  
  November 19, 2020 at 9:28 am
  
  Thank you! I’m happy this poem resonated.
  
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