from Dark

March 26, 2010

I’ll start. It’s so dark  you’ll know

Your thefts of thoughts

There  left to grow

Then grabbed!

Black  blossoms

Profuse

Still proceeding from its seeds  plus

Silence, from its silence.

                         .

                          .

Upon  a  pond

Where big calm mists meet surfaces

Water bug clouds  dance down aways

And I stand to see through tree trances

This moon is broken enough to lend to substance

For  near and far bearings,  distances,

And  at first. existences.

                         .

I swear here’s where the strings swell in

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4 Responses to “from Dark”

  1. strings swell…understatement

  2. jadepaloma said

    I’ll continue. It’s so dark you’ll not even notice how I steel and gnaw at your rhyme. Keep away from those black blossoms. They’re mine to adorn my fingers with while running them through your dreams. Don’t bathe in that pond. It belongs to the moon, and we are awaiting forgetfulness to drink us up to our last drop, to our last mist.

  3. With words you have evoked so many senses, painted such a vivid scene. “from Dark” is one of my favorites…

  4. Yr Kind to weigh in w/ a swirl of positve energies,
    Ms. Anonymous, Jade, & Katie
    I quite appreciate yr works as well
    Namaste
    G.R.

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