Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Reading

Leaning over Lorca
my beard fills with song

Lilting vines
wind through my eyes
and burst into an elegy
of flowering tears

4 comments:

  1. Colorful and very moment specific. : )

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  2. This really is one of my favorites. I really love Aunt Sylvia; this would probably be next on my list. Great job!

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  3. clean, tight, and complete. Good work, and a growth/change from other poetry you've written.

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