Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Puddle

Toss the moon in a puddle and it becomes a coin.

Someone has run the puddle over. It lies by the roadside, eyes wide open, ripples opening and closing like a mouth that has something to say.

Evaporating confessions.

Tomorrow it will be impossible to tell a damp spot from your shadow, your forgetting from my past.

7 comments:

hopscotch said...

Intricate...if I imagine this, I sigh...

Ms.Mephistopheles said...

wow!

adee said...

i love ur whimsical posts :)

Meghana Naidu said...

elaborate surreal gestures.
each little verse of yours has me misty eyed with imagination.
wonderful

-a chance visitor
Meg

MR said...

Brilliant!

Anonymous said...

magnificent

Anonymous said...

Sheer poetry.