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