Saturday, May 24, 2008

Fragments #3

It's the time of the masks
happily rolling bones towards graves
making way for the darkness
unaware and meaningless.

1 comment:

Jannie Sue "Funster" said...

I skimmed a black stone
into the unsuspecting night
only to have my sweet rage repaid
with clumsy stabs of Eastern glow.
Stubborn old sunrise.

(Hey, not bad for instant gloom!)
Whoops, that wasn't very humble.

I heard today great things will come to you if you're humble, adaptable and perservere.

J.