Sunday, November 19, 2006
You never gave me time
Regret is an egret
calling across the mill pond
gleam of tomorrows misted lake waters
The sound
catching in rushes and
swaying them to and fro
pushing a tiny wave
to carve across the surface
striking the mosquito poised
upon the water tension
He takes wing
in search of blood
and continuation
You never stopped to listen
Goodbye
is a droplet
falling from a mosquito wing
to splash on the upturned face
of a frog sleeping
The tongue darts fast
to catch prey
no sound of death
heard as fragile wing
is crushed and consumed
The frog
leaping into the mist
without a splash
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'Goodbye
is a droplet
falling from a mosquito wing
to splash on the upturned face
of a frog sleeping
The tongue darts fast
to catch prey
no sound of death
heard as fragile wing
is crushed and consumed
The frog
leaping into the mist
without a splash'
God, this is just awesome! The true voice of poetry, pure and clean, like the droplet of crystal formed in a snowflake as it careens on the wind, before it touches down.
Beautiful.
wow....thanks Moon, Im speechless, I always love it when something I write makes an impact with you.
very cool *grin*
Beautiful imagry (?)...
lol, you pay far too much attention to my opinions
Wow is right...there are a lot of good lines, imagery in this poem. Another poem that would look wonderful in Flutter's next issue. ;-)
Hey again Sandy *smile*, thankyou for the suggestion, I'll post it off to you for consideration.
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