Fingernail clippings are thrown
into the darkness.
Sorrow is present
in between the faint moanings
of tall bamboo stems.
A man's open palms.
Appearing into the sky -
fiery thunderbolts.
An old scab is picked
revealing the bloody moon.
Dark clouds separate.
Silver boughs glisten
as sun rays penetrate clouds
after a night's dream.
March 14th, 2007
Comments (1)
nice. nice. you have an imagery i could never muster.