Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Friday, October 08, 2010
Day Break
The stars are fading, the shadows almost broken The window is pale with a distant light. Disarmed by beauty, I make the moon my shield Seeking reflections in the twice-touched water.
3 comments:
"Twice-touched water".
Great line.
(your verse evoked another verse in my mind: "blue, blue windows behind the stars/yellow moon on the rise")
been a while... missing the words.
A lovely collection of lines, that.
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