Saturday, August 15, 2009

suitcase poem XVIII

scent of sunrise. clatter and clink of opening. mixed with sand. overlooking municipal market. taste of waking. day might provide. possibilities captured and released. single focus upon star. swallowing sky.


patrice said...

evocative words, wonderful image. especially the light playing on the surface of the right hand cup.

Valerie 007 said...

Mom was over and i showed her your blog- she oooed and awed over the baby pics. She thought pics of Tashi holding Tristan were sweet. She didn't remember me telling her you had a baby and she is like whoes cute baby?

tifanie said...

that is sooo beautiful. i wish i could write poetry. i'll never understand it, but i love reading it. beautiful words, these. *