Sunday, January 3, 2016

dancing dust




dancing dust 

on days’ gasps
when one is left
in the snare
of time’s dial –
pause –
remember -
in this cold slap of
mortal dust blowing
angels dance
on the sands
of a bright for-

ever shore  
sparkling -




5 comments:

  1. Pearl, this is so beautiful. I can see the angels dancing on sand.

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  2. That is a good reality slap - such magic and certainty in this sparkling poem - happy new year :)

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