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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A Pear

A pear of one, a pair of two.
There we are me and you
set sail among the clouds
reciting broken vows,
together in our seperation
becoming fond of exasperation.
Coming down for tea
tears contained behind a levy,
but the waves pound
silently with a clanging sound !
Bullets and battlefields
where innocent fruit weilds
the power of succulence
keeping anger in its trance,
keeping hands in the light,
keeping words from the fight.


Every Photo Tells A Story said...

Love the rhythm of this piece, and this: "becoming fond of exasperation." :)

ambersun said...

Nice piece. I like the comparison of the ordinary 'cup of tea' etc with the war.

Keep it up.