Sunday, October 24, 2010

Love was... not love

I carried
the days’ demise
in fragments
of stars
I’d capture
from across the horizon
some dreams
to chase away
the nightmares
of your absence
October night
after the glory
and melancholy
of sudden evening showers
Love was
the scent
of the earth’s pores
Love was
a splinter
beneath my nails
Love was
the burden
of feeding
the flames of Andro ©

1 comment:

  1. Just an honest thought. Reading your poems would be much more arresting and striking with punctuation markings. Never mind me if it's intentional. You are a good poet. Read your poems at burningvoices too. Keep it up!