From A Rippled Plank Of Wood

I

!      !       !    ?!
[                          ]
!               …


II

Spell the warmth of the glaring
sun ‘n the softness of the
wintrous, wisping wind.


III

…                          ,

.


IV

 


V

Softglaring
wintrous, sunwisp
wind…


VI

 

 

[.enD]

Yours,                       Mine,


Postscript
There’s a child (Are you her?),
just across the floating harbour,
waiting on the breeze-swept steps
of the cathedral.


Afterword
How do I write the
quiet of the starlit water?

 

Image creditMaxima

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s