POETRY

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Singed by your mere thought
When split into words
and heard
by voice alone
Loved

By you
reaching out,
When you rustle still air
by mere voice.

You touch me.
stirring waters of my soul.

Play me
Set me once more
Sum apart.

To yearn to seek
if merely to see
through a prism....

In quiet loving
All while merely
Loving you.

Reme A. Grefalda
1992 from her collection of poems, "Baring More Than Soul"

 

 

United States- based playright and poet Reme Grefalda is completing the last play in a planned trilogy and hopes to binge on poetry with Doc Simp before the year is up.