Monday, July 2, 2012

Poem 1

Intent, as a silver wisp of light,
woven into this body,
with its origins in the technicolor fabric
of a grandfather's loving presence,
was gobbled by honey bees,
whose salivation gave the world its sweet golden glow.
Such a light met with many musty,
earthen rows of ancestral tombs,
"Beware of holding onto what never happened.
Remember to stop remembering
and reside in the unknown."

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