3/27/14

Untitled March Poem

Sometimes
I feel the ocean in my head,
Feel waves sloshing in,
Foam-crowned dreams
Breaking on the shores
Of my finitude,
And I long to build castles
Upon black clouds,
To sleep on Eastern winds,
To feast on the fragile plinks
And plunks of rain harps
While a thin orange line
Explodes on the horizon

2 comments:

  1. Nicely done. Nice picture too. Loving the clouds!

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    1. Thanks a lot, Indigo! Have a nice Sunday!

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