W O R D M A T H S
"as I sleep
the deep green seas tore at the shore."
In my defence
I'm sure it's
that most wordsmiths
have worked the Earth;
its life..its weather
in metaphors galore.
This sun that moon arise. A Rose.
the cliff gales, what the dark knows,
poorly lit paths,
the sway of mayhem---
the sweet wordmaths
configuring out
Reflection.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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