HARBINGERS OF MORNING
Seam-splitting the rim of an eastern sky,
morning's radiant golds
grading
down the rimpled brow of mountains
leapfrogs
out of the high hilled horizon
with the sun
come upon the winged
molecules of birds
sun-stirred from their trees.
Advancing
under a sun-burst sky
to undulations of flight,
these verbs, in action
swoop down
the white steepled streets
loping in sunlight
to gather
amid the eaves of a still sleeping town
and resound
as bells
under a bandshell of sky---
this motion of birds
breaking rank
into the melee of morning.
Categories:
rimpled, bird,
Form: Grook
Remember all that time
I spent writing rhymes
Chasing a dream thats mine
Pulled over and fined
Cause the ride shine
The plan was simple
A straight line rimpled
Heart crippled
Some you cant fix with staples
I hate this i hate you
Fate up for debate
Love locked away
The crate says
Open on a sunny day
Maybe she understand me
Before i fade
My mind made
A choice all the same
Crime of pain end with my gun in your face
Categories:
rimpled, conflict, nonsense,
Form: Lyric