A Void Dance


The withering hands of time

The airplanes tread water in moon-river sky,
We’ve looked long enough, leap! Opportunity knocks:
We have driven away our social mores.
Her parked car serves as a stereo box
And the sounds envelope our wintered pores
As the blush of embarrassment settles like rocks
In the sands of time swirling on Jordan’s shores;
Soft trees whisper backwards like grandfather clocks
Rewound and set swinging in pendulous sigh.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Meenakshi
    Dec 01, 2012 @ 00:29:42

    Excellent play of words ;moon-river sky,wintered pores…great!

    Reply

  2. Hannah Gosselin
    Dec 11, 2012 @ 19:41:34

    Wow. Your last two lines…perfect end-note. Nicely done indeed! 🙂

    Reply

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