nouveau ro sham beaux


throw stones.
stone thrones save
us, shave us
down to glass crowns.
too stoned to drown, we
gather riverstones, shown
how the blown breeze whispers
truth to trees. would

you save for me
some small something
no one else can see? some twig
or breadcrumbed trail, some woodsman’s
talis, some chalice cup of water
deep? would these limbs last
past their prime? build me a wood
bridge, a place to wander across
stolen things. paper my path
with signs and sighs.

-paper the moon,
prepare for her fall.

………………………….paper covers all.


prompted by Quickly in November, day 7





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5 Responses to nouveau ro sham beaux

  1. Misky says:

    That wooden bridge has magic in it, De. >

  2. I love that game. Scissors cut paper! I found your little dangling twig dangling above the woodsman so cute:)

  3. throw stones.
    stone thrones save… I always love a pun.

  4. Mama Zen says:

    This is incredibly clever and beautifully done.

  5. I echo MM Zen. You have played with the words, the rhymes and the structure, and come up with a gem.

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