Caddo ShadeImpossibly whiteLike a ghost or a god,An alabaster egretStands in somber niche,Ancient, aloof, enigmatic,Barring the gatesTo a shadow worldWith eye of unconcerned flintAnd gleam of unworldly eleganceBetween the cypress trunksLike stony temple columnsSurrounded by worshippersOn their kneesFrozen in mystic ritesBeneath fluttering wraithsOf trailing, faded moss,Like tattered bannersOf long forgotten kings,Barring the gatesTo a world apartFrom blue sky and blue stream,Green moss beneathGreen leaves aboveA world suspended,Dark and still, a mysteryBetween water and airHaunted by one white spirit.The way is shut.I dare not passThe silent sentry.Even sun rays are muted,Unable to penetrateA secret inviolate.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I've realized that I've started posting to Facebook a lot, and here not at all. I suppose there might be some overlap, but I do have a special place in my heart for Scribbledom, and so this makes me sad. Well. I have complete control over it. Here is a poem I've posted to Facebook recently. Enjoy!