Friday, July 30, 2010


Curving up the tree trunks,
peppered with letters and vines,
are pebbles cast across the skin
where blushing ripples side

And sleep will not descend here,
not as I know it should
The wrinkled sheets, they writhe and burn
Oh siren in the woods

Her shriek will pierce the silence
beyond the shallow glow,
of windows borne by shadows,
where dimming lights are low

So overflow, banks overflow!
Overwhelm and overflow!
Build and burst from coast and shore,
these blushing seeds we sow


Zaina Anwar said...

Bravo!. I love it- it flows and it glows!

Zaina Anwar said...

This is poetry after my own heart :)

littlebitofsonshine said...

be safe walk in peace allways

Jenny said...

I really like its flow and glow, too! :)

Francis Scudellari said...

This does have a very intoxicating rhythm. It carried me away too :).

The Scrybe said...

Thanks all :D