Monday, June 10, 2013

gemini moon


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

2 comments:

  1. I like it, Susie! :)
    I'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/

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  2. And reach for the stars ~ as you always do in your beautiful words that soar.

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