Palette of Words
The face in the moon tonight
is a Buddha sculpted from pearl.
Put your words into my mouth
like baby quail eggs, they hatch
- flutter - and escape,
run their scribbled
haphazard way down the page,
scratchy midnight cracks in the light,
where darkness seeps through
into monochrome.
I wish for a splash of lime,
a scratch of aquamarine -
even the rainbow glimmers
light elicits from pearl.
is a Buddha sculpted from pearl.
Put your words into my mouth
like baby quail eggs, they hatch
- flutter - and escape,
run their scribbled
haphazard way down the page,
scratchy midnight cracks in the light,
where darkness seeps through
into monochrome.
I wish for a splash of lime,
a scratch of aquamarine -
even the rainbow glimmers
light elicits from pearl.
posted by burning moon at 2:30 PM
2 Comments:
I sometimes wish for a splash of time, even a drop.
Some really gentle and sweet imagery in this one, S2 is superb.
Thanks. I like this one.
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