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Human Dust
by Beth K HannahSeven times the sunset
That complete's the dreamscape
Scapegoat of summer
Pushing through tines
Fork lifting
Humming like lightning
Patterns of webs
Stars
Painting in the sand
Once upon a wonderfall
Tis making it all again
Black leather breaking chains
With a flute or a nymph
Whichever is easier
Fascinating
Rivaling the dreary rain
Sllllllooooooooowwwwww Mooootttiiiiooonnn
Saturday
Pink stardust = me. 05/04/2003 Author's Note: I wish I could have a soapbox. And that Jack White was mine.
Posted on 05/05/2003
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 05/06/03 at 03:06 AM Very lovelyfull Bethy. And you need to branch beyond guys named Jack. :) |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/08/03 at 04:13 PM You evoke the dreamscape very well. Love the summation of the last three lines. |
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