Cold sun, Stone moon.
Cold sun
takes the day
and
deep ripples
stay.
Within heat
flutter icicles
and
in a chill
you stay.
Stone moon
yields to droplets
and
further sprays
the blue…
birds
have no feather
and
mother Bee’s chewing
leather.
Hang on
against gravity
mount your fears
and
ride away
truth or falsity
life is
insanity.
Cold sun
And
stone moon.
Stone moon
and
Cold sun.
They all burn
Ice or fire
Hate or desire.
i liked the use of Contradiction (irony) specially Cold Sun, in fact the introductory stanza and the closing “They all burn”.
Navneet
April 19, 2009 at 1:11 pm
They all burn, that’s right. Excellent
Tarun
April 23, 2009 at 6:13 am