Each Shattered Seedling by Linda Fuller The mirror hides behind a thin disguise resplendent armor girds a hollow gourd each shattered seedling sprouts its own demise Gaunt jackals gorge on carrion surprise drunk constellations spin in starred accord the mirror hides behind a thin disguise Rage at the fates the gods withhold the prize quixotic impulse whets the sweetest sword each shattered seedling sprouts its own demise We puff and groan pretending to despise the dragon crouching on his miser’s hoard the mirror hides behind a thin disguise The parrot chitters secrets to the wise all harmony resides in strident chord each shattered seedling sprouts its own demise Tears sluggishly escaping from your eyes reflect the killer’s grip the twisted cord the mirror hides behind a thin disguise each shattered seedling sprouts its own demise. 05/29/2010 Author's Note: a mite purple... Posted on 05/29/2010 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Brian Roberts on 06/03/10 at 01:47 AM Quite impressionistic, though I do not like labels: they constrict like colorless pythons. I love the first stanza, second line..a stark villanelle indeed. 'Quixotic impulse whets the sweetest sword': piercing line....will read more of your work. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)