Breathing, brushing, hoping
Darkness and shadows until
Sight and integration fade
Sushine settles sticky
Like honey crust
On cave walls
Revealing rivers of DNA
spanning the face
of this muslin planet
Slowing to still
Hanging on the
Edge of creation
4 comments:
hmmmh :)
a poem that varies..
interesting.
Clarisse,
Thanks for the visit. I find that most of my poetry varies. :)
Shea,
The sun here probably feels better than the sun there.
You are so entirely gifted! My gawd!
I love your poems and your pictures and wish so much that I had at least a 1/100th of the talent that you have!!
Nice poem!!! Keep it up!!
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