Two Poems
The Structure of Longing
Where is the structure of my longing made?
Is it about the empty centre,
Which all too physically is hung
Strung on lattice and rib?
No, for longing lives everywhere.
It is part, in part, and whole of that strange emblem
(Striving of soul) we seek beyond ourselves.
Space
Space is a comfort, friend
In the dark asking for more
Of emptiness – signal me space,
Show the dark lanes and deeps
That mark the endless echo,
Leaving time trapped
Ever in love’s free fall.
© The Estate of Ronald M. White
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