Even Without AngelsA Poem by Nao Deguchi
This an exceedingly bright stuff Of early sun, like mornings swallowed Before or after the conception, of darkness A Panorama of what I once Thought was long-dead And look, it’s standing right here A blinding element on the winter air Hooves of the gleaming I-don’t-know-whats There are no night-crickets in this chill Only the speed of themes rising Like liquid blankets from My subconscious, fueled by whom? This is the pillar of my new dawns The celestial death of yesterday Hangs in a tum-ti-tum Of today’s look in the mirror Merely delight, as if the earth could Tolerate another blinding day of My well exercised ignorance The bay of heaven, the glittering The seraphim in their accomplished flashes Of swiftly modulating alien-frequencies.
© 2011 Nao Deguchi |
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1 Review Added on December 11, 2011 Last Updated on December 11, 2011 AuthorNao DeguchiMie, JapanAboutI will go to great lengths to encourage writers of Asian origin. Of these, Indian are my favorite. They have a beauty of sentiment that is not replicated in english. I do not like to leave a trace.. more..Writing
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