Tuesday, November 3, 2009

metallic shimmers whisper opus

restless sleep
the moon beckoned

pulled on shirt
and trousers
socks and shoes

gathered the limp
faded hoodie from the hook

headed downstairs
aware of seemingly day lit rooms
powdered by moon beams

brisk but oh so clear
dramatic moon light shadows
played with each other on the lawn

and the rock
the rock streaked with mica (i think)
shimmered with
"rock splashing in pond" ripples

opus opus opus
cried the full
but blasted moon