Tuesday, August 2, 2011

serendipity in a paradox 4.




I walked with the moon tonight
a gold sickle:
sharp and bright.

She cradled his head
darkened, faceless
and dead, 

400-billion 
milkyway
suns shone instead.
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3 comments:

  1. G-ManAugust 4, 2011 at 9:27 AM

    Fab Di....
    Deep and cooooool!

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  2. mbkAugust 5, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    With golden lunar hand swept low
    She grasped what earth-bound keythong wrote
    To hold till later griffin soared
    On eagle's wings to read those notes.

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  3. MarjaAugust 6, 2011 at 1:39 AM

    Love every line. Great poem

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