Night slips
into black silk,
and breathing stills.
Lilac floats
on swollen air.
I wait
in full blossom,
my feet warm
in the spreading moss.
A cricket calls, lonely,
from another valley,
in another hollow.
Another shadow,
another pause.
© 2003
If this old poem has posted without an illustration (and/or with this attached note), it is because I'm just not up to editing it before publishing. I have seven or so entries scheduled to post: two for May; one for June; and two more for September, and then some later.
I hope to be up and visiting everyone soon.
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22 December 2008
09 December 2008
Similar is not the same as The Same.
The coiled antlers adorning the regal heads of these cardboard cutouts (Cervidae papyrae profunda or Cervidae papyrae dura) are very similar, but no two are ever identical.[Be sure to click on image to get the full picture]
28 November 2008
31 July 2007
24 February 2007
The Communicator
With all his heart and soul
George loved his shiny bowl
with its shiny little handles
and itty bitty holes.
He wore it on his head,
when communing with the dead.
When he wouldn't talk to men from Mars,
they talked to him, instead.
George loved his shiny bowl
with its shiny little handles
and itty bitty holes.
He wore it on his head,
when communing with the dead.
When he wouldn't talk to men from Mars,
they talked to him, instead.
05 February 2007
01 October 2006
24 December 2005
07 December 2005
04 November 2005
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