You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Monday, January 11, 2010

A soft baked morning

The gurgle of melted piano reed

maples and framed glasses


the moon you admire

I posted it off the eternal print

It has no nerves, no ribs

2 comments:

Susan Deborah said...

Lovely hues of life - present and gone.

Joy always,
Susan

Gerry Boyd said...

Crisp, economical, interesting. I admire the lines about the moon. Quite unexpected.