....the moon mourns the melting mountains of Antarctica...
I've looked at this world of
diamonds and blue solitaires
glistening icicles made of prayer beads
in an arc of iridescent waves.
I'VE SMILED.
Prayer beads have turned and turned,
I’ve risen and set.
Bathing in my silverness, I’ve seen
these jewels melt
and freeze among encrusted pearls.
I’VE GLISTENED.
Diamonds waver - crack
Solitaires drip – drip, drip
pearls come loose – float away
iridescent waves swirl!
I WEEP.
Crystal beads far below
turn slower, slowly
the thread holding them loosens,
crystal and ice scatter - fall
into crevices of unoffered prayers.
I MOURN.
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ReplyDeletei like it. when read aloud , it is visually arresting... makes me want to pick up the paintbrush
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