Thursday, May 31, 2007

THK 23: Reality Is Bursting Poem

River Envy

Slack tide and the fish are jumping.
I watch them break the glassy surface,
creating ripples of enlightenment.

~Son Rivers 2007

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The moon is gone.

She fled as dawn approached.

Dawn as a slowly opening eye.

White sea birds skimming over the water,

looking for an early morning snack.

The mirror brightens.

From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror

reflecting waking life...


I woke her to take the moon.

Her campaign was swift and terrible.

Metallic and fierce.

Flaring up in the twilight.

But the moon was both implacable and unreacheable

and in the end the war against the moon failed.

As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.

But in the end, all that was lost,

was a little sleep....