July 25, 2010


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Iridescent light lay high upon the creek:

Light, dripping sapphire—
Wings above my body.
Dike, though, land to keep what ‘way.
Rare a sight be, my angel's flight.

Yonder skies, she drifts away—
Looking back, yield none; dismay.
Hours, days, and months I’d wait.

Originally posted here.


  1. Wowo as always wonderful writing and the pic .. Now thats some imagination .. thats a person flying i can guess ...

    wowo wish i can fly tooo :)

  2. Wonderful !! Well this is an interesting form of poem , and your poem is provoking me to experiment this style ! :)


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