Saturday, July 08, 2006

Dying Cactus

Eftsoons a harsh day
A whirlwind of unheard pain
The love of a child

A piquant summer
Suppression of all desire
Fragrance of Java

Irritants withal
a chance to reconsider
The comfort of time

Glacial Summers
Winter, many drops of sweat
An imploding mind

Now time moves backwards
Filaments of lonely words
A dying cactus

Iridescent love
A fraying Satin blanket
A blind hate consumes

1 comment:

driftwood said...

Two whole weeks and more
Not a word has been written
Blog quietly cries