second august ~~~~~   6 comments

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when I loved the moon,
when the moon looked like mercy,
mind-stones were rattling.


goose speaks my bird-name,
climbs to the grass where I wait,
waits for my first flight.


walking among winds
passing by the unguilty,
when man’s sludge arrives.


grimly goes the sun.
ghosts are river, grasses, moon.
gods are gruesome lies.


read…    the pygmies keep dancing

 read…   Mugsy’s book…   Braonwandering
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Posted August 9, 2012 by mishibone, braon, braonthree, sehnen in poetry

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6 responses to “second august ~~~~~

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  1. thank you, thank you, Willow and Clotilda. Willow… once again the very rare event that we’re online at the same time, and I have to rush off.

  2. Stunning imagery–this one took my breath away.

  3. KC, Lizard, Fragments, Sharmishtha…. your likes are really appreciated

  4. I like image of the goose – speaking with you and waiting for you fly.

    • Janice… and it’s not just an image. on that particular day that inspired the poem, I swear he was waiting for me to fly. he’d flap his wings, and then I’d flap mine, so to speak, and then he’d give me this quizzical look as if to say: how come you’re still on the ground?

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