Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Reverberate


I hoard mirrors, sun lamps, shiny stones,
gold-threaded scarves and colored glass
that reverberates light. These things are not enough.
If I could capture light--the kind that warms
my bones--I would rub it into my skin. I would lace
each eye with it. I would place it in my beak
and crush it till it bursts.

from "Scavengers"

For the complete poem, visit
The Licton Springs Review



2 comments:

  1. It's almost as if honey-colored electrons were emanating from that statue...

    HEAR YE, HEAR YE, FANS OF QUIET GIRL!!

    Do you like Quiet Girl? Do you like musicals? Have you seen the movie "Rent?" Cause you know, from the moment the motorcycle roars into the room, you're all going to be like, "Oh. My. God. Maureen is Quiet Girl. Quiet Girl is Maureen."

    Soapy

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