The new morning
By LostInTime
The new morning splintered
and fell frigid upon the breathless.
Her silver slivers scattered in the silence
like a mirage of dying
spiders.
The new day lingered a lonely while
Shivering in the
frost storms
The winds froze heavy
Like a thousand hungry children
moaning the blues.
The new evening
Crept
Shadowless out
of the north
A dying man
Wept
Noiseless on a lonely hill.
The night long past pregnant
Screamed
And the evening and morning
were the second day
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Copyright 2010 LostInTime
Published on Wednesday, December 1, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
AWESOMENESS in every sense of the word ,thanks for sharing
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On Friday, December 3, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
Such amazing visuals, "like a mirage of dying spiders". A very memorable piece, thanks for sharing.