Sunday, January 1, 2012

monsters



hers should wear faces
his willingly caged

they stopped shouting
a hundred other movements ceased

it wasn't boredom
what came on and kept on coming 

did he really think
one wrong was enough

the transluscently golden popcorn
grown from the grove of her body

and why
he pulled himself back 

squelching a signal
the one  they had not tamed

grown so invisible 
breathing on their fingers

terribly falling
like dirty snow 

4 comments:

Rick Forrestal said...

Powerful stuff.
I love your poetry.
xo

Setty Lepida said...

Rick-y you know how much your comments mean to me, as this was written in your native tongue, not mine, the joy of receiving your p.o.v. means the world :* on top of that you're my pic(k) of the day :*

Ζωή Φερενικίδου said...

και ξέρεις το βρώμικο χιόνι είναι τόσο απαίσιο, μα τόσο απαίσιο, κι όμως ξέρεις ότι όταν χιονίσει, αυτό θα μείνει στο τέλος..(λάλησε η Ζωή)

fotolabida1 said...

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