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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Keenings for Sunday Whirl #99

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle Prompt:

across the meadow far and away
the body
who sings those fearsome tunes

on no moon nights
echoes no love, sings no sweetness
nothing intimate, no last spree, 

where window parts of dark
ancient stars in free fall
shoot through fleshless paint
keening reserves the use to shock
outsiders who dare come hear and shiver
across the meadow far and away

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Cathy said...

Ah what a wonderful read !! Love the images in it.


Anonymous said...

Oh...loving this Sue. Transported by your words.

Vesper said...

I love the feeling of roundness the same beginning and end give to this poem, and the magical words in between... especially those ancient stars in free fall...