Saturday, February 28, 2009

Seventh Jigsaw Poem


there is a gleam, a snow-white pause
belated in a broken shrine
toasting a fantastic colossal bite
a syringe-like drip, a lone flame
hiding underneath the seventh sun
ameliorating the ordinary day

By Lissa from Just Writing Words.

1 comment:

BelleAfriq said...

Wonderful haunting poem