Monday, July 30, 2007

Lyra Nascitur

Listing in the bay
of a guitar's hollow

trembling string clouds
bring melodious rain

tack sail to climes
where day sets slow
as a first kiss.

1 comment:

Beysshoes said...


Splendid title. Lovely, softly colored wordage and lightly cupped.

CLUNK comes the fourth passage.

The clipped verbum seems to belong to an entirely different poem.
David, what happened here? I'm befuddled. Truly.