Sunday, June 10, 2012

Poem After Miro



red moon


ice in the glass

pretends to cut

the lip in

living color

inside out even

it’s there challenging

with movement

and goofy brilliance

so you may often wonder

if the whole thing is a joke

which it could be if you

had a sense of humor.


At June 10, 2012 at 4:34 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a ground, path, fruition poem. Up to: "inside out even', is the ground. The next three lines are the path.
The next four lines are the fruition.


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