LA DOULEUR EXQUISE

Softly falls her hair in midday sun,
Gently falls my stare on the run
Of her hand, through her hair.

As of all the goddess; I can compare
You to them all.

In the midnight moonlight —
Darkness is invisible,
The sorrowful departure is inevitable.

For I must wake again
And the morning will take you again.

by Robin McNamara

As kindly published on Spillwords.com. You can check out lots of my work the

Published by robinmcpoet

Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with over 90 poems published worldwide. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland poetry prompts. UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin’s debut chapbook is to be published with Hedgehog Poetry Press in early 2021.

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