Collage: The Eaten Moon by Paul Lastovica
The birds flutter into one darkness
fallen petals turn the dew crimson
praising a great rain
after the guitar is asleep
behind clematis
on the village wall
a vision of ruins
delicate as doves
nude like flowers undone
dissolved by golden sorcery
08/17/2016 Author's Note:
Imagist Poetry, an Anthology
Edited by: Bob Blaisdell
©1999 Dover Publications, INC
pgs: 14, 15, 58, 59, 80, 81, 110, 111, 126, 127
Posted on 08/17/2016 Copyright © 2025 Paul Lastovica
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