Monday, January 4, 2010

Luna



Ferocious feelings brooded
Like an angry lion in a cage
Restless thoughts concluded
Filling her with winter’s rage
She’d heard the soft cry
Of the quickly setting sun
Now she could only try
It was time she would outrun
As she took her place among
Those known as the stars
Every one of them sought
To cease all vile wars
That feelings of hatred brought

Sunday, January 3, 2010

contrast

a lemon, or a lime?
space, or time?
a face, or a hand?
the sea, or the land?
glee, or sorrow?
today, or tomorrow?
to say, or to sing?
goodbye, or a ring?
to try, or to quit?
a crib, or a casket?
your rib, or your spine?
water, or wine?
daughter, or son?
all, or none?