Sunny harpoon




that smell
of sun-burned feathers

his gaze just fell
as the sun turned into
a black swan

Your metallic Orion clasp
the final

was found
at the bottom of
my solitary champagne-glass

I am Leda
the true

just me now







Poetry by Silene
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Written on 2006-09-27 at 17:54

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Zoya Zaidi
Well-used allusions to express exquisitely thoughts in few words.

Welcome to the Bay, Silene!

(((hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2006-09-27


Zoya Zaidi
Well-used allusions to express exquisitely thoughts in few words.

Welcome to the Bay, Silene!

(((hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2006-09-27


Zoya Zaidi
Well-used allusions to express exquisitely thoughts in few words.

Welcome to the Bay, Silene!

(((hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2006-09-27


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a profound text and so softly gentle in its stanza format easy on the eye rgds mike
2006-09-27