Flecks in the ShadowsA Poem by Arly Parent
Death began as a dust mote in his eye,
an ever wandering sweetness in his sigh, a cold air made flesh ethereal, a shadow speck of truth and light and darkness of hate and of silence. Death began as a dust mote an unassuming annoyance ever remembered and reprised
© 2012 Arly Parent |
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Arly ParentLantana, FLAboutThere's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..Writing
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