Monday, March 03, 2008

At Risk of Beloved

(No, not done. I'm working at the rate of about 1 stanza every couple months on this one.)

We tongue new names,
finger frailty, maim
Parnassian wings.

Rags stream behind
my slice of the eye.

A fact field of poppies
is entirely blind.

4 comments:

Louise said...

wow Charmi, that last couplet is amazing!

Charmi said...

Thanks, Louise.

Talia said...

Wowsers. Good stuff. Write it up.

Charmi said...

This one is very stubborn, more than usual. Something about I'll let you know when I'm ready for my next line/stanza. Now go outside and play.