Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Back to Poetry (#3 - UP Diliman Series)

Musings of a Lone Dew on a Sunny Day

I am a tear to this grass
which cups me kindly,

to fit the curve of its leaf
and delay my joining
the sun.

I am shriveling warm, but I glisten
ever more intensely:

swaying dragonflies
as I join the wind,

hovering its glimmer
above my green,

viewing flickers of grain
from its sandy loam home

gripping what is left of me --

so all that we become
are city lights of day.
4/11/2012, Fodboldbane

No comments:

Post a Comment

Share Your Thoughts!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...