so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
--wm carlos williams, "the red wheelbarrow."
(for second annual brigid in cyberspace (silent) poetry reading.)
more later-- promise. been busy with broken-ish pc, drowning in stitch markers, love-love-hating knee high socks (you'll plotz), and a birthday. oh and the metamorphosis, again (almost appropriate if not self-indulgent)...
"...Her body can't withstand the flash
of force so heavenly; that nuptial gift
consumes her flesh; she is reduced to ash."