Sunday, November 15, 2009

Seed Wing

Wind in the rain...

the fragile flower
with petals blown
off the stems
lone frame..

Staining the dirt-
in pigments
of pure colors
sprayed..

swaying meloncholy...

a total disarray...

a totality of circumstances..
shifting to the forcast-
in stances half gray...
sucumbing-
to the forces
in play..

meshing
in the mire,

enduring the day..

the murk.
the mathematics..
the re-birth of fire...

re-actuation
salvation in decay

put myself on the pyre

in the storms..in the rains..
an elemental choir-
germinating from the pains..

"winds and strings"

a window accompaniment-
left hollow looking within..

the mosaic bellow-
birthed from the singe..

the lost origin..

drifting

drifting

on a seed-wing..

3 comments:

  1. Dominos been dead. And thats ur fault too.

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  2. Thanks @ EyesofPhases..and i know @ Anonymous..

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