Sunday, 20 December 2009

secret storms

morning is milky light
encompassing the whole spectrum of white
like someone told the world to sshhh.
silk roots extend from everywhere but feet,
whose soles read directions
scratched in dirt with feathers.

fingers write secret messages
in clouds breathed onto glass
before evaporating.
and you thought no one saw.

she listens. witness
to the building breaking of bridges.
the world has her own plans.
today's gift is a slow waltz.
snow is never in a hurry.
with eyes closed i hold out my tongue.
and burn.

7 comments:

Sophia said...

Wow, this is (again) brilliant. I am always amazed by your fantastic writings. They are just so... beautiful and powerful.
Have a nice day! :)

Anonymous said...

Oh oh oh
you are back!
Please don't stay away so long.
Your words fill such a void.
Thank you thank you
x

K said...

I love this. I wish I could use more words to express how beautiful the poem is, really.

Em-illi said...

You are such a good writer... I love how much you can do with the words... beautiful!:)

Red Bird said...

You are our gift, dear friend.
I love your words.
Have a happy, happy Christmas.
xo

Lizard said...

Beautiful poem <3
Your writing is LOVE!

I hope you had a happy holiday!

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