What is the nature of dreams?
What is the nature of dreams?
The morning glory
puts forth its tendrils,
arabesque, delicate
as one bright hair
across an infant cheek:
they can kill a tree.
Strange stones crop from earth.
And what you take for stone --
eyelid-colored, smooth as long weather --
A mourning dove roos in the shadows.
Go back to this post or follow the tag to see more of this project, entitled "Too Strong to Stop, Too Sweet to Lose." I'm still taking questions to use as titles and springboards. Drop me one in the comments.
The morning glory
puts forth its tendrils,
arabesque, delicate
as one bright hair
across an infant cheek:
they can kill a tree.
Strange stones crop from earth.
And what you take for stone --
eyelid-colored, smooth as long weather --
A mourning dove roos in the shadows.
Go back to this post or follow the tag to see more of this project, entitled "Too Strong to Stop, Too Sweet to Lose." I'm still taking questions to use as titles and springboards. Drop me one in the comments.