October 19, 2014

Portions

This place
of edges sharp
cannot pierce
something flaccid
and dull
like an overused knife
cannot slice the skin
of a ripe tomato
but stutters across the surface
causing shallow bruises

The bird sings
because it cares
nothing of grey
and maybe
it's the notes
that perforate
segmenting
silent minutes
as the shallow sun
trickles


kt © 2014

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October 12, 2014

Exposition

It is not ghosts
rambling wooded lanes
leaves trembling in their wake
nor leer of trolls
who slobber neath creaking bridges
awaiting the unsuspecting
but the Hunter's Moon
collecting lost souls
holding them spellbound
under her telling light


kt © 2014

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Wishing my Canadian family and friends a lovely holiday weekend and 
a beautiful Thanksgiving!