Resolved Question: Would you read and discuss my poem?

23 September 2011, 10:12 am

Drums Drumbeats Hand-written Strewn across The sky. Night Or day-time. My heart beats Not as loud as yours Anymore, my child. For mine has been strewn Across too many skylines. Like a Hare Krishna Dropping beads With each new chant. Each old chant. Belly-up would be The best way To starve to death, If I were to have to go That way. To show openly to the world The one part of my body That serves as a cocoon Always. The skyline was an open Crescent above the trees, Fading into my consciousness: The moon is you.... Read More »