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are you breathing delphi?
by Ryan Nardiwizards prefer to drink wine
sweet from a rotten fruit
blackened by ice
Muscat the long-living Sage
knows the highway leads
to the desert
in grottoes of iron boulder
in the dictions of the livery
queriers pray for the calming saints
qualms in the dark are whispers
the chess board of acres unflaps
heroes and makers dodge traps
shed a pound of hip-bone
and tromp the floating
fish into the sand 04/04/2008 Posted on 04/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/05/08 at 03:04 AM Some pretty interesting imagery, man. I like how well you bring it all together. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/07/08 at 02:24 PM ...ryan, are you breathin' delphi?, seems that many of us do, in order to not kill the next s.o.b. next to us, eh?...contradictions are our daily fare...calms and qualms...charlie |
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