No Knife Dead

Posted: August 11, 2012 in Uncategorized
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mirrored moon rose

beyond a glimpse

and filled that darken void

with illumination,

clouds retracted

as if pulled on strings,

sky marionettes

of many shapes and forms

attempts to disclose

the opal modesty,

beneath dehydrated

of it’s light,

lakeside captured images

in mind and water,

fragmented moments

of illusion lit by synapses,

bare flesh 

prickled by cold

still unresponsive,

to all kisses and touch,

butterfly fingers finding

a life of there own,

yet nothing,

plans had gone awry,

sequences had not been 

followed,

yet the result same,

celebrating with whiskey

would be drawn

into unclean glasses,

a toast to sky

and what galaxies lay

beyond,

tomorrow would be fulfilled

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Comments
  1. Wonderful imagery in this one!

  2. go1flo says:

    That’s a thriller!

  3. Subhan Zein says:

    Hi,

    You write good poetry up here, so please keep penning and keep inspiring! 🙂

    I would like to thank you for following my blog. I hope my blog doesn’t disappoint you and that your visits in my blog have been and will always be a joyful ride.

    Thank you again and I wish you a lovely day! 🙂

    Subhan Zein

  4. granbee says:

    The universe builds its own tomorrows. Let us have the wisdom to fold ourselves within its whirlings!

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