ya_miranda: (Default)
By the rain and the glare,
short-term memories burn, trains depart and meander.
People share the air,
people share whatever they cannot surrender
in the blacktop arena
of the blueprint of heavens unfolding slow;
in the land they are harvested in,
iron flowers grow.

Tell a retaliation,
pass the eye in return. Mount Carmel is silent.
You're an avian ray turn
in a stained glass mosaic, insided, incited.
Cries of doves outbreaking,
calls of hawks, forest left to embrace the unknown.
Kids are rowan tree branches.
Firs are curving the flame, pines implant in the stone,
the Aquarius's river
swashes swiftly its waves as a thunderbolt blaster
with a flash to deliver
fast as ever desired; desiredly, faster.

People share the glare
not at all for a fear or smile - keep it easy;
taking flags to beware (ware)
dizzy answers to questions almost equally dizzy.
So useless and sneezy
time is morphing the faces of land-morphing mentors.
You're an avian ray turn,
lantern,
chalk-encircled bird in the center
of the blacktop arena -
an undoubted phantom.

By the rain and the glare,
short-term memories burn, words depart in a letter.
People share the air,
people share whatever they manage to scatter
in the blacktop arena
of the blueprint of heavens unfolding slow;
in the land they are harvested in,
iron flowers grow.

Profile

ya_miranda: (Default)
ya_miranda

August 2017

S M T W T F S
   1 2 3 4 5
6 7 8910 1112
13 14 1516 171819
20 21 2223242526
2728293031  

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Aug. 23rd, 2017 02:29 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios