All grotesque about the earth

Sinister, bright, the flowers
condone toxic hands against the earth
where birth never ends
and all is musty near the mud
to envision glittering gems above the clouds
I reach yet the pleasure has gone
all grotesque about the earth
I pull dream-like shivas from the heavens
gods beware!
The sin wavers alive
waking from promises broken
Under skies
the traveller
seeks the road  
in the late light
out of the world
grotesque about the earth
 

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Comments

Deborah Jordan

Fri 15th Feb 2013 23:32

i like this one i imagine a dancer naked in the musty mud and then waiting for it to dry while they (he or she) watch the sky doing whatever it does..before setting off on the path again..
nice poem.

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