Thursday, June 12, 2008


Time is a factor:
winter comes, silky
with the speed of dark.

Teeth grow muddy with age
as hinges of limbs rust
and grind glassy edges.

Oriental flowers bloom
from the walls,
despite frost blades
spiking the lawn.

The slight arc of winter sun
makes its 49th zenith
in my birthday sky,

and I
am feathered,
in my nest.


Blogger Chris Never said...


There is so much in this piece

Excellent usage of "speed of dark"
goes without saying

But 'as hinges of limbs rust
and grind their glass edges"
is just fabulous

And this..

The slight arc of winter sun
makes its 49th zenith
in my birthday sky

Happy Birthday by the way *soft smile*

Where do the years fall?

If you can tell me, I will
go and gather them back up again,
some of them have got to be reusable :)

3:01 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

'where do the years fall'

what a lovely soft line.
Thanks. I hope you didn't mind my having a go with speed of dark? It was so nice!

It's my birthday on the 30th, but it's been on my mind a bit I suppose. Don't the years just flash by? It's scary how fast they go as you get older.

I have drainlayers coming today to find out why my toilet keeps blocking.
will be expensive without a doubt ... sigh

still, best to get it fixed properly. Nothing worse than having your toilet not working. And it always happens on a Friday, lol!

Have a good weekend. :)

3:11 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Same to you kid, take it easy.

Re speed of dark, its our line *grin*

happy you could use it so effectively

Good luck with the loo :)

4:04 PM  
Blogger Cynthia said...

an exquisite poem, about age,
"silky with the speed of dark",
a superb thought, translated.
and you there, feathered and glistening in your nest... waiting

7:01 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks Chris :). Looks like the loo is happening today insyead of Friday. They're digging up my lawn as we speak.

Thanks Cynthia :)

1:41 PM  

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