Saturday, October 25, 2008

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Drops on golden wings

Dreamflies often
rise and flood reality
Shielding what is
with gold wings
and cricket-type sounds
piercing a hole into
a well of imagination
where words swim
free of prey and bait

Drops of war, hate, pain, and greed
rain green, red, and black
There is an echo
of pitter patter
on this golden curtain
but only a few words shudder

Photo by GirlsEyeView on Flickr
Prompt for Sunday Scribblings

Friday, October 17, 2008

Eyes for the stars

His eye was the kind that bent and twisted
with a liquid appearance,
deep and shimmery
like bay water at night
when the light bounces
off its calm surface

On contact
any celestial body
could shed its rough surface
and orbit its infinite center
as a planet does around stars.