the delirium of soaring
before the stony plummet
landlocked, listless
the sun ever rising
the moon glancing off
draperies eternelle
it was always a choice to freefly
escaping the civilized ropes
that would lop off everything
had they that chance
in the end it will be better to have lived, she whispers
the downturns, the upturns
the locked glance of lovers
the whole Parkeresque Plath of it
down it goes into books
the last free century
~
( a start anyway — the month is almost up drat it all but have been reading on the beach for escape of late)
xxoo!
VALENTINE BONNAIRE - WRITER 