Saturday, January 15, 2011

before the ruins

There's cracks in the ceiling
and cracks in the mirror
nervous smiles in the architectural exoskeleton.
Gravity multiplies
and the teeth turn to mercury.
The rebar slowy curls
and tense rivets empty their moans into the night.

4 comments:

  1. this is an amazing write... beautifully worded and loved the vivid images portrayed here

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  2. and tense rivets empty their moans into the night ... I like your words, excellent choice to paint a picture.

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  3. Hello, how are you?
    Simply want to check out on you and offer you our greatest appreciation for your support to potluck poetry. You rock!

    Reminder: week 18 Theme: Languages, Signs and Symbols

    The more you share, the happier we are. Plan ahead and have your entry poem. We are open Sunday 8pm, American Central time, linking in early would benefit your work with more encouragements.

    Hope to see you on Sunday at: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    Let me know via email if you have questions or doubts.

    Again, we treasure your participation and would be great to see you again on week 18.

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  4. Have your lovely book and web url but would love to email you. Not doing the seminar but enrolled in Feb advanced course. You are a light.

    gabby
    ghyman@gmail.com

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