In This World
Thin stilts between earth and heaven
bend into a arch of tossed dusk
reflecting amiable strains
fleeting weeds embrace...
fingers of parting sky paint jeweled combs
twirled in a bun settling on the
nape of windblown curtains; a night
arriving bears cupped hands ready
to tuck a blanket of rhinestones, much
like stars moving from one house
to another...
and life flashes by as endless travelers
floating in azure tour the hours in an imperial
journey, rising and falling with the
kneads of rocks and moss: throughout
the aroma of glazed seasons, flowers
close and open the hesitant hearts of
men and gargoyles;
that always, fire of rainstorm changes
to sunlight, black ravens to crickets, spite
to nobility—desiring only
the music of love’s flight for being,
if only to understand the wonder of this world.
Earth, Fire, Water, Wind Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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