Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Stone Roses

This poem was inspired by a desert rose stone that I picked up at a market. If you've never seen one, here's a picture:













In my hand I hold a desert rose,
chalk edges on petals of stone.

I am the moon,
dusted into your eyes.
The sound of your name,

soft as sands
flowing to the call
of the wind in the desert,

eats away the stone
bloomed in my palm.

In the hot breath of rose
we fade -

6 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

Love it, a beautiful image Moon

Only suggestion
drop the last line

Dont think you need it
and it changes the cadence of the poem for me.

4:25 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

"I am the moon dusted in your eyes", great poetry!!

4:38 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

hmmm, you might be right at that Chris. I always have trouble knowing when to stop.

Thanks Pat, glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by.

moon

6:26 PM  
Blogger Kora said...

hello friend. Beatiful poem. I know long time been really busy. okay gonna go need to go to store and get a couple of items. it is nice to talk to you again. love always-

-kora

2:55 PM  
Blogger Irene said...

I like the punch that last line brings. =) I think you're a gifted writer. Keep at it!

9:41 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Irene and Cora, thanks.

12:40 PM  

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