Saturday, April 14, 2012

I wrote a poem

1. Every morning star is
white curtains hung with hope
pain, light-filled, warm windowsills
Tassels sigh at ends of ropes

2. Every noon a full blown turning
Breaking points on spinning plates
Sweep up the mess, get yourself dressed
Secret, sacred, shadows debate

3. Every evening sky is
Another reckless painting hung
Crooked hymns to the left and dimmed
the songs desired, unsung.