Glossospasms II
July 19, 2012
memory reads from right to left
the miles melt in shades of white
dark folds light into a promise of becoming
the unknown pleasure of a pain willed
the colour of now is fading
drowning in the shallows of ink remembered
omphalos
May 9, 2012
aphotic wet
sliding beneath
a copper-tinged horizon
the sweet taste
of nacre
a well’s gaping lips
the sign of the cross
slowly traced
silence swells
the quiet noise
of relinquishment
simplicity
becomes time’s owner
(w/49 http://dversepoets.com/ )
Complexity compressed in seventeen syllables: simplicity
August 14, 2011
the
world
seen
felt
breathed
in
three
lines
as
white
runs
down
the
rest
of
the
page
