Sunday, August 12, 2012

the day drowns in infinity
with silver plated patience
as winds curl and clear the sky
evaporating  rainfall

All in the language of dreams
all planted in different directions
something to share
to open the evening

and all safely
disappearing into a poem
on air

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2 comments:

Lettie said...

I really like the last stanza. The entire poem moves like the wind - drowning down, curling up, planting in a swirl of different directions then quietly disappearing into the ether. Very well done. Thanks for sharing. :)

rivercat said...

thanks lettie, what you wrote there sounds nice too :)