As soon as levities of blows had ended with a trough,
to moor the tarnished ship, the sky exhorted meddling clouds
with heavy metal whip. It rigged up out of branching rain
the shed for shaking shades, that incubates in whispered banes
the choreography of aqua-bells, cryptography of lips.
For what it’s worth – no payments made were paid in vain, no tips.
What had befallen must become the moments to outlast
when in the graving dock of sky the rainbow’s burnished grass
would harvest billions of drop-suns and draw the waterline
where ocean licks the sand and dries with every tide its brine.
May 21, 2009
Copyright ©2009 Iouri Lazirko
An ocean in a drop
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2009
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You are right as...the ocean is!
....you could read the ocean's sense...-
the kind of mystery at a glance...
But the rainbow of drops...
gives us (sometimes)...the sign "please, stop"....
Thanks for the discovery!
Обыкновенный Читатель 12.09.2009 06:17 • Заявить о нарушении
....you could read the ocean's sense...-
the kind of mystery at a glance...
But the rainbow of drops...
gives us (sometimes)...the sign "please, stop"....
Thanks for the discovery!
Обыкновенный Читатель 12.09.2009 06:17 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you so much for stepping by.
I'm glad my verse was interesting enough to read...
With gratitude,
Iouri
Юрий Лазирко 16.09.2009 20:16 Заявить о нарушении
I'm glad my verse was interesting enough to read...
With gratitude,
Iouri
Юрий Лазирко 16.09.2009 20:16 Заявить о нарушении