everything must slope downward
water will roll down the
smallest of
inclines
the silent moon will fall forever
toward an earth fleeing it
for a much larger light
my words circle the
drain before
reaching
you
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
everything must slope downward
water will roll down the
smallest of
inclines
the silent moon will fall forever
toward an earth fleeing it
for a much larger light
my words circle the
drain before
reaching
you
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Lovely poem! ❤
Thank you!
The potent imagery in the last stanza made me dizzy! Whirly gig, baby.
~PR
Thanks! Maybe you need a cookie…
I re-read this one. It’s my favourite of your recent poems. Perfect gem
Thank you so much. It’s not as moody as some of the other ones, that’s for sure.
I like moody. I just think this is a really special piece
Thanks so much! I really appreciate hearing that.