The ever shifting light and the bearers of that attract my verbal and vocal attention
One
There is no sound
at all
when clouds
pass in front of the moon
one could expect
the tinkling of
slivers of icy light
Two
The dewlit grass
should sizzle
against the rising sun
so hot, so fierce
in her stare
but all is silent aura
Three
Crimson streaks
punctuate the empty spaces
glorious colors herald
the velvet blanket
the hider
of deeds
procurer of dreams
Four
It's the darkness
that harnasses the light
and gives the go ahead
for our uneasy ride
into another dawn
maybe the last
will be most glorious
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2009-10-07 at 09:08
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Reflections in various light
One
There is no sound
at all
when clouds
pass in front of the moon
one could expect
the tinkling of
slivers of icy light
Two
The dewlit grass
should sizzle
against the rising sun
so hot, so fierce
in her stare
but all is silent aura
Three
Crimson streaks
punctuate the empty spaces
glorious colors herald
the velvet blanket
the hider
of deeds
procurer of dreams
Four
It's the darkness
that harnasses the light
and gives the go ahead
for our uneasy ride
into another dawn
maybe the last
will be most glorious
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 532 times
Written on 2009-10-07 at 09:08
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