hommo entra by H.M Stevensthe lake doesn't reciprocate
a long stare
creatures weave their way
through deep seaweed muck
so fecal and grand
stretching from the placid eye
tree frog, boughs, a hard leaf bush
crocked rectangular bystanders
born of euclid's reconnaissance
watch
we have drunk the water,
rusted a nail. 08/07/2007 Posted on 08/07/2007 Copyright © 2025 H.M Stevens
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/08/07 at 03:07 AM "we have drunk the water,
rusted a nail."--I like that. Nice, simple language and a strong image. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/14/08 at 02:21 PM upon the quaffing of this poetic alchemy, I find the result to be subtle inebriation of the spirit. |
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