two times around the Siley mansion

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by ripple23, May 14, 2004.

  1. ripple23

    ripple23 Member

    I can no longer beg to become those eyes
    strange fixtures where too many worlds begin.

    it’s hard to imagine what the river was remembering
    when it dyed your white skirts yellow
    and how you knew to return them, each day,
    back into the rain

    And your hands sing to a point far away
    Yesterday they brought you twelve sparrows
    and made space for your terrific shatter.
  2. Crystaleyez

    Crystaleyez Member

    nice one ripple
  3. ripple23

    ripple23 Member

    thanks you;)
  4. osiris

    osiris Senior Member

    ah, sparrows, the effervescent psychopomps.

    much love :)
  5. Fierce_Flawless

    Fierce_Flawless Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    "i can no longer beg to become those eyes"

    ha. orgasmic.

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