Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Sleep's Eve
A plump Red,
born from blossoms
and bulging by sun-scorch,
now sags from singed
rusty leaves and slither-hymns
of trees on the Eve of
snow-graves and sleep.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Further
Soon
is an aloof.
Further,
too, is aloof.
Clutching
scales put all
open
in dash
in
regard.
Beating
of
damaged, of
vault
of
sole strange;
all
through wavers
waiters
weighers.
Aloof
is a further
too
tolerant.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Greed
i am in my
head
shaping my eyes to
greed i drop my breath
and obviously i am
not the
only one who cannot breathe
completely to save myself
in vain
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Confession
An abrupt silence
reached across the windowsill
and flew off
like frightened starlings,
foreboding words
trembling limply in my hand.
--A Found Poem with elements
from Chaim Potok's In the Beginning
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