Sunday, October 25, 2009

Dormant With Roses

Universe is a tough room
Sometimes, wears us
Bare for another bloom.
What we know
Of time we know also
Of gravity, drawing down,
Forward, all things, you
And me in unseen powers
Emerge, age, detatch,
Verge always --petals,
Spent flowers, effects
Sent when possibility
Collects what is--
Upon what can be.

2 comments:

  1. I'm glad to see you writing more! Now I want you to build your reader base here! I'm hardly one to tell you how, except eat the bushes. I bet Gimi, for one, might like to see them!

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  2. Ah, now this is my new favorite...
    so very beautiful. Annie B.

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