Wednesday, August 31, 2011

poetry

Spark

Last night’s party left a glass on the windowsill.
This morning, ice melted, it catches the sun -
a glint, a flare, a fire in the water,
a transient fraction of a star, visiting,
a scrap of halo for a sacred instant.
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2 comments:

  1. Arlee BirdAugust 31, 2011 at 5:27 PM

    A beautiful image in words. Such wonder to be found in simple everyday things that most of us would ignore.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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  2. Patricia LichenSeptember 8, 2011 at 10:37 PM

    Yes, what Arlee said. And that must have been some party...

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