Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Simple Choices

If the sun had diction
it would pour from the pages of books
and light in the minds of readers.

But instead we have words,
splashed upon us like water
from a lawn sprinkler
on hot summers' days,
giggled and mashed,
or smooth and seamless
as lover's skin.

And words are not the sun,
but speak of it with crisp enunciation,
burst from the page in white fans

not concerned with
correct height to weight ratio,
cholesterol levels,
or type 2 diabetes,

having no Protestant work ethic,
organised religion,
or choice to make
between prepaid or monthly plans.

Only the sampling of aqueous ribbons
channeled from mountains,
only bright arms
too fierce to hold in embrace.

And for all my greedy clutch
at words
I hold the silent radiance
more dear.

2 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

This is a glorious write Moon

The beauty in it literally leaps into the readers lap and curls like a cat to purr and sleep

But instead we have words,
splashed upon us like water
from a lawn sprinkler
on hot summers' days,


and this


Only the sampling of aqueous ribbons
channeled from mountains.
Only bright arms
too fierce to hold in embrace.


Just samples

the whole thing is beautiful

1:23 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks Bunny. And might I add, thanks so much for patiently ploughing your way through all my little writes. Where would I be without you???

4:52 PM  

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