Posted by: dylanelk | March 29, 2008
Gethsemane
he breathes deep
the sun unrisen
torrents dark
swirl
as he weighs
all the words
he’s dared to utter
doubt’s black lips
back in a snarl
he has come to this
garden of shadow
once he was a boy
the grass between his toes
the sun high in flight
swinging on the gate
slain by wonder
burning in light
Hey, just saw your plea on Craigslist Writer’s Forum. So, I visited. Welcome back from wherever. I’ve been on Haiku Hotel off and on, and just visited the Writer’s forum. A little weird.
Oh, well. It’s late. Bye.
Creeker
By: creeker on April 11, 2008
at 11:33 pm