Friday, August 11, 2006

clear

the tone
of wind chimes,

or soprano solo,

the trickling stream
uncivilized,

child’s lung,

pristine quest.


Clear,

A crash cart cry,
flourish, burn,

a seizing, searing fight,

an angel’s flight.

2 Comments:

Blogger Bossy♥'s YOU said...

very nice...i can totally hear a childs lung though...

i love your poems:-)

Fri Aug 25, 11:36:00 PM  
Blogger Micky said...

Thanks Bossy.

Sun Aug 27, 07:08:00 AM  

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