Monday, July 18, 2011

Dark

Dark is the morning,
the morning I wake
wrapped with wet roses
that hold and then break.
They water my feet
and plant by the lake
my toes and my soul;
tie my heart to this stake!

And voices in tongues inner darkness denies
approve on the dark rolling plains in the sky.
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7 comments:

  1. spookyrachJuly 18, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    Wet roses - great image. As is 'dark rolling plains in the sky'. Love it!!

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  2. annieJuly 18, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    Love it!

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  3. Princess of Everything (and then some)July 19, 2011 at 4:08 PM

    I like this. I like how I know how it would smell. Is that too weird???

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  4. LoisJuly 19, 2011 at 4:52 PM

    Thanks, y'all! <3 <3 <3!

    And I think it's cool that you can smell it, Mindy!

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  5. LoriJuly 19, 2011 at 5:51 PM

    I love it! Sweet!

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  6. BethJuly 20, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    I love Mindy's comment.

    Love this writing, too.

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  7. LoisJuly 23, 2011 at 1:31 PM

    Thanks, Ayekah and Beth!

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