24 Oct 2007

Vespers (24)

even rhinestones locate sleep

the shelflife of attaction
falls, a season's shining
eases

winter approaches
as the point
of needing nothing
perfectly

one limbs along sans leafage

behold this accidental portrait
looming in the psyche
that attests to valid golds and reds
and pale sweet yellowing

ceilings form an overhang
of shelter

threads of wind brush surface
thus insinuate another sphere

4 comments:

Crescentsi said...

Thank you Sheila - beautiful :-)

Simon

Sheila Murphy said...

You, dear sir, are most gracious, and I thank you!

darkfoam said...

lovely poem..

Sheila Murphy said...

foam, I'm very grateful.