Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Render of clouds

Trying not to blink in a wide
Eyed world trying not to miss
What others see or lose
Interest in what used to be
Such a wonderment before
The years evaporate like rain
In a tropical storm moving
Off in the gathering distance
& one last chance dripping
From a rain sodden leaf
Surprised of any occurrence
Like the sword of Damocles
Attached by a single nag’s
Hair & slowly spun as words
Writ on paper or emotions
Etched in wood succumbing
To the flames & faces haunt
The embers set aglow in
The smoke of childlike


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