Tuesday, November 28, 2006

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frost on the grass, but
through the trees, windowed
sunlight on the wall, shadows
on the floor, and through the branches,
leaves in a beveled mirror, little
persian rainbows on the carpet,
piano keys, kitchen-doorframed
honey in a jar beside the sink,
coffee steam, and through the morning,
a poem



2 Comments:

Blogger Eroteme said...

Very beautifully composed... :-)
I like the way your lines rush and then stop to gather a breath before sighing out the last 2 words. You have an amazing talent to write poems which make the reader smile...

11:21 a.m.  
Blogger name of the rose said...

inhalations, exhalations,
and the poetry of smiles

... thanks for these kind words

7:36 p.m.  

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