Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A Love Problem

The unflurried surface
Or the scraped skin.
The unflustered spirit
Or the rippled and ruffled
Layers beneath.
The clay painted arrestingly,
Or the chaos cloaked
In tranquility.
The vivacious
Pretence,
Or vacuous flaws.
The who meaningless
Before
The nameless ecstasy
Of love.


8 comments:

  1. I love all the contrasts in this, Ruby!

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  2. "The who...nameless ecstasy of love." How true!
    Loved the way you played with these words.

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    1. Thank you so much Kathy. It is such a pleasure to hear from you.

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  4. Gorgeous, Ruby. Really nice job.

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