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Thursday, February 21, 2008

From the Dark

Totally Optional Prompt for today: Romance. In lieu of romance, for which I have little talent, I offer this 'almost' American Sentence...which may explain why.

By the time I learned the difference between martial and marital, there was none.

And an uncategorized poem:

From the Dark

when good things go
on arms of cold wind
sandbars hold old slivers
driftwood on the ebb

smoke falls downhill
greets the fog's new rising
nuzzles gray clustered rubble
astride the urn of terror

dawn drives the dark away
three-quarters of a walk
from the land of Incas
where good things went


Anonymous said...

Romance for the land? I do like this Tumble.

Crafty Green Poet said...

beautiful poem to read over and over I think, I like your almost American sentence too

paisley said...

every relationship i have ever had has gone south... wonder what the incas are doing with them?????

Leigh Lear said...

i like this, i agree with crafty green poet, i could read this one again and again.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

What a way you have with words, beautiful!

Jo said...

this is exceptional, so, so beautiful, communicates so much.

Linda Jacobs said...

"when good things go
on arms of cold wind"

Love this image. What a great way to begin your poem. Sucked me right in!

Anonymous said...

Ah, but you can only understand how great something is when it's gone.

Becca said...

Your American sentence is amazing...and so is your poem.

gautami tripathy said...

Both are so good. Thanks!


my backyard said...

Great sentence and intriguing poem.

anthonynorth said...

Beautiful use of words.