Month: October 2008

  • A Sense of  Air

     

    Sniffing at a green honeydew melon votive

     

    The scent of sunny pink dahlias, in a well lit room

     

    The smokey smells of a campfire, at night

     

    In fog, above seasoned mossy ground.

     

     

    Crisp

    The wind goes into a dive

    And turns

    And climbs,

    And coasts high above

    The city lights

    Tonight.

     

  • Solid Ground

    When the sands shift
    In the desert
    The sun can appear
    To be setting
    Much closer
    Or farther away.
     
    What is it
    That troubles us?
    Time,
    or
    Location?
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    The Agony of Light

    When light shines
    In a dark place,
    No matter how lovingly,
    It discomforts
    Those nestled there.
     
    The agony
    of incompetent kings and queens
    Who refuse to surrender
    Is never-ending
    Desperation.
     
    They will believe anything
    Anything
    Proudly
    In the dark
    Who refuse Light