Saturday, February 18, 2006


Deluge of my heart
tatters all thought,
into weeping bowers,
of sensuous confetti.
The mingled chill
of a world dreary puddle,
plagues sopping reminders
as the curdled dew,
lain crisp upon frosted mud.

Stained Calico rags
are trodden beneath idle feet.
Dead splashes collect
the pools into shallow graves,
spraying carriage wheels,
rotting windmills
with their limpid droplets of time.
They burst, then scatter
a feathery spray
upon my sullen, bitter heart,
daring, if only to break
the impending gloom apart.


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