Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Poetry

Zettabyte

A wild rambling rose of a woman,with a smoky smile and jaunty hips.Tan as a summer's day.

Brisk, bracing, brusque.Like a March wind.
Cool air pours off a sheer blue glacier.
Ice lipped steel bergsWay down under...

Pieces of the skyscattered over the glassy waters of a lake.
Mirror world lake reflected.A reflex action.A world dopplegangered.One twin clear and sure.The other rippled by winds of fate and chance.