Thursday, August 20, 2009

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.


Blogger Chris Never said...

I sometimes wish for a splash of time, even a drop.

Some really gentle and sweet imagery in this one, S2 is superb.

2:56 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks. I like this one.

3:09 PM  

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