Thursday, July 10, 2008


The moon was so new that it shone
like a sliver of hope in the sky—
the wink of an omniscient eye
dismissing the need to atone
for even the craggiest stone
with a penchant to coldly deny
the truth,

despite being perfectly blunt
albeit not terribly round
or (some would say) deeply profound.
Embedded faults command a grunt
but sometimes it’s more than the brunt
that keeps you on the ground—
Ah, youth.


Shirley said...

Ah, beautiful!

Noah the Great said...

Really really good.

rch said...

aw shucks

ozymandiaz said...

perfect rhythme for the rhyme scheme