If I breathe,
will I hurt the air,
will I break the moon,
shatter, tear
this moment
frail, silvern,
when crickets whisper
Chopin nocturne?
Tag Archives: silhouette
Connections: March 30.18
It’s there
in spectral glow
an orb of lustrous being
something that we know
yet just beyond our seeing
elusive and alluring
it hovers in a mist
with silhouette and shadow
slyly obstructionist.
Still writers strain and grope
— it really is absurd —
for the Holy Grail beclouded:
that precise
exact
right word.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives for this remarkable image of the writer’s brain.
Connections: April 24
Can you see him?
little sneak
photo-bomber
how rude! what cheek!
Down in lower
right-hand corner
he is poised
all aloner
spindly-legged
silhouette
impertinent
rapscallion bete
minding not
his savoir-faire
while taking in
the rosy air.
Connections: November 14
India ink
latticed
over cloudblush
thousand-fingered hands
outstretched
addio to sunset flush.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
