To a Comet Passing

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 Aug 2002 · 3 comments

Sometimes I pull in the net of my reach and glide like a rock fish behind the stones of my hide tough and glinting dazzling... fearfully. Sometimes I snap crackle burn once a pilot light now a pyre as I turn on a flametip from within... orange white carbonizing seed. Sometimes I speak with lizard lips... yet this is now and will be forever facets of this universe glittering everywhere eventually outshine me. Today I... will change.

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[2] livingcanvas 10-Aug-02/10:22 PM Reply

personally, i only like the last line. but hey, way to go anyways.

[7] Bachus 14-Aug-02/2:44 PM Reply

Great title, superb imagery, flowish and tight. Grand ending! 7/10

[n/a] Frass 14-Aug-02/3:18 PM Reply

Thanks, Bachus. Your poetry on this site is scary, your comments to many are wild; but, I appreciate you liking this poem.