wild seraphim emblazoned
in sun scorched reverie
dances idly behind the backdrop
housing stolid cold reminders.
the haunting depiction
of a true self reverse
lost and wind kissed lips
chapped in puckered stance.
and under spreading wings
the light is cast in all directions
purging my known world
and spreading it on time.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 58
Seraph
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This one is full of excellent imagery. Love it. :) -Stephanie K.
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