a soliloquy:
the edge of moon is red
teal is my skirt, blooming of spring lilies
slip-fall, skip-boomerang
where is the sky [ sky, sky, sky ]
running, wake up from this gripping drama [drama, drama ]
i am unquenched, still thirsty for the sun [sun]
hailstorm & morose wind, a turncoat!
dead ends, my hangers are gone
seeds, tulips
<go back now>
i must pry these pearls from the box, hopeful yet lost
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Descort. Had fun experimenting with this style and format. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your comments and visits.
