Friday, January 30, 2009


Before birth, curled
in a pool of stars,
we recite the litany
of our histories of passage
and dream about light
from behind sealed eyes.

We can be reborn any day -
postage paid to paradise.
Welcome yourself with open arms,
to Saturday morning breakfast
in a sun strewn lounge.

Stop searching for an airlift out,
thinking with the dial-up access
of the unprepared and do-not-dare's.

Play like you're in a paint-ball game -
let the bruises fade and book a rematch.
There's no rehearsal for this sit-com series,
it's opening night on 'The Best Show Ever.'


Blogger Chris Never said...

oh now how lovely is this?

in a pool of stars
we recite the litany
of our histories

Thought provoking and self examining to the nth degree kid, this is an excellent piece.

3:58 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks bunny. I like the first two strophes. Not so sure about the last three. Maybe they try to go in too many different directions ...

4:08 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

not going in too many different directions, it all flows on logically enough for this little black duck :)

Although, you are confusing me, there are only four strophes, and you like the first two,but not sure about the last three?
*teasing grin*

1:00 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

you are a little black duck?


oh yeah, I forgot I edited it to four ... *blush*

1:16 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Daffy duck would always say

You are not gunna get this little black duck

*sighs deeply*

I am obviously showing my age with cultural references from the sixties lol

2:14 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, ahem ... wasn't Daffy Duck in the 50s?


7:14 PM  

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