|
Post by tommy2010 on Dec 17, 2010 2:18:14 GMT -5
Please read/critique this poem? the house (of) leaves houses vanish openly, closing off, leaving in the night, folded cards still enigmatic, an elegance which in(itial) description shows its cause. Iolanthe, nun alone in that house, though tsarina over all, and helped by others, (Eos and phosphor, radium, oil and candles) spends her dreams exploring, keyholes muttering back “into this house none shall enter.” Estranged, she looks out the window to see the (fall) sun delay the dark for the last time, appearing frail, no flame left, dropping low. She watches the fall from saintly grace. Ancient grace, from time of apples, ewes, birthright, names like Cain or Aaron, sun and dust: she sees the fall; synesthesia between sight and sigh. ___________________________________ modded xbox 360 controller
|
|