Bird’s view
The gnashing of tectonic plates that
Separate is sulphorous, slow.
Stagnant periods of howling silence
Shut up when incinerating stones hit
The old familiar land. This is how
Nanometers are broken into miles
And miles of an Atlantic sea. By now
Only a hawk can see how perfectly
Her chin once fitted into the nook
Formed by his neck and firm shoulder.
Soulless Said:
on October 11, 2007 at 7:41 pm
Loved the first two lines. Incredibly so. The image there sets the scene SOLID. (It quite excites me to imagine it as a prelude to other themes — promising possibilities. ^_^)
Do write more. Cheers.
yuzublizzard Said:
on October 12, 2007 at 9:36 am
Thanks for your encouragement! You did cheer me up!