May 17, 2011

Muse's Journey

A melancholy thing,
this distance between poets--

one sculpted from fire and raven's caw,
one a scarecrow collage
of twisted string, stones, and straw--

there they stand,
a million miles, a million lives
between them,

like a chessboard's opposing kings
waiting for another great last battle.

7 comments:

Nivedita said...

Wow!!! Its very profound

Anonymous said...

nice..!

Une Nouille Martienne said...

nice really even for a stranger like myself
but words are those chessboards that lead them to our hearts

keep them true

Mijo

Unknown said...

nice....
but isnt it too short???

Jerry said...

nice...

Xpresphar said...

I like your post

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