Wednesday, August 10, 2011


A swollen moon hangs low tonight
the pallid, pockmarked face we see
is more than just a stone
it’s the avatar of gluttony

for soon the earth will take a bite
and leave a single bone
a lone, illumed parenthesis
with no opposing clone.


Inspiration said...

Very nice poem today. I really enjoyed reading it. Please read and share my poem "The Inspiration" also.

Thanks again for writing this.

rch said...

Hi Inspiration, thanks I checked yours and didn't see a place for comments so let me say - excellent write!

Thanks for your kind comments.