Saturday, September 24, 2016

Robert Verdon, #308, enlightenment


though our souls be sweet as a nashi pear
one stone could send us toppling
we are creatures of the cool gravel
knowing only the singular path upwards
Klieg light sunrise lifts my spirits
you dance in the autumn moonrows
nameless pappadums of mud curl up along the riverbed
water and frog-spawn trickles down the mountain of our dreams

2 comments:

  1. "nameless pappadums of mud curl up along the riverbed"...love it, but must laugh. The final two lines are creativity. :)

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