the tombstone jams sunlight -
bestirs it
a shadow is born
neither will mourn its short life or indifference
the secret of sunlunar flirtation
is well known by birds
who fly through valleys
our spinning planet
beneath the secret stillness of stars and moon
that only tender fingers glide a beloved's throat -
below all birds is The Ascension given them to swoop through,
we need only close our eyes
Author notes
prompt: when forever ends
In a list
A contest entry
- Because I said so... by Randomly Beautiful.
400 points, ended December 3, 2009, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I feel terrible about pipping this masterful word work. love the form, love the layout, love the careful choice of words. Perfection.
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There's something magnificently ethereal about your work, my friend - you fashion the universe anew with your hoard of magic words. Long may you continue to confound and enchant us.
Bill
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Oh my goodness!!!
My comments are really helpful eh?
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Ahhh...tender fingers gliding on a beloved's throat...Sigh. Good luck in Trina's contest, Sweetie. 
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