the sun
full of blood
earth fires up
the mirror
ribbons above
blue sky
barracades
eastern mountains
the west
hazed by rose ash
sinks below
the sights
full of blood
earth fires up
the mirror
ribbons above
blue sky
barracades
eastern mountains
the west
hazed by rose ash
sinks below
the sights
Good god, poet!
ReplyDeleteThat reaction made my year. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Brian.
~Kay
Kay, the connotations of "eastern mountains" and "the west" intrigue me.
ReplyDeleteChen-ou
Ah... intriguing, Chen-ou. ;)
ReplyDelete~Kay
Tremendous opening stanza. I especially like the uh assonance with “sun,” “blood,” and “up” — before that vivid shift to “the mirror.”
ReplyDeleteThanks Geoff. I love it when you guys help me see things I don't. I learn a lot.
ReplyDelete~Kay
You're (we)lcome, Kay. Wish I were as good of a see-er and editor of my own stuff as with others' writing. Nevertheless, our "sights" are being sharpened by one another.
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