Life
is
but a dream waking . .
ecru edged
distant as a soft thrumming water-echo
pulsed prism'd
the scent of catalpa on a perseid wind
crickets & cars
rivers & highways
thrum thrumming . . .
diamond blade deep along the swan-line
stones & bones collide
as
choice
tears at our feathered gossamer self
or
fires us to fearlessness
dive & rise
dive & rise
oh being of comet-dust
dive & rise
is
but a dream waking . .
ecru edged
distant as a soft thrumming water-echo
pulsed prism'd
the scent of catalpa on a perseid wind
crickets & cars
rivers & highways
thrum thrumming . . .
diamond blade deep along the swan-line
stones & bones collide
as
choice
tears at our feathered gossamer self
or
fires us to fearlessness
dive & rise
dive & rise
oh being of comet-dust
dive & rise
I like it, Susie! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm a sucker for shooting stars.
I think THEY wished me.
Cheerz! From a fellow Nebraska poet ~
Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree (Lincoln)
http://uncletreeshouse.com/
And reach for the stars ~ as you always do in your beautiful words that soar.
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