This daughterless night is deepening.
The tinkle of laughter awaits
and unlistened-to interruptions
for someone who is always thinking.
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Even the planets envy the clockwork of the daughters surprises in their messages even as dawn gnaws at their feet urging their genius to spray the sun on a morbid world. Give me daughterfull world filled with all the women God created. An interesting write.
I've read this one several times Martin and, being blessed with a wonderful daughter, it strikes powerfully at something deep and sacred within me. It's one of the most moving poems I've ever read, and the discipline of the writing intensifies its potency. Truly haunting. Exceptional. jim