Sheeted Memories
Love floods, clouds the soul
washes out deep dark blackness.
What rests here
are large grey rocks
covered with stretch-marks of land and sea.
The heart creaks and wails,
like a door moving on one hinge
it moans over silver waves and starry sky.
Our memories are mirrored then sheeted,
billowed up in the cool spring air,
as whiteness envades,
turning each dream into time.
1 comment:
Tiger:
In this line “Love floods, clouds the soul” perhaps a dash instead of a comma? Or, clouding instead of “clouds”?
This is nice
“like a door moving on one hinge
it moans over silver waves and starry sky.”
Great ending here
“as whiteness envades,
turning each dream into time.”
This is nice work Tiger; thanks for posting it.
-Steve
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