Pomegranate

by buddhabitch

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-10-22 05:53:00

Parent message is 532670
dried up husks hanging like burnt out lanterns
color of the sunsets over the mountains
empty shells of birds delight, gutted
taste so sweet, so sublime, so gone now
remembrance of the color of wind
leaves dancing in the breeze, now fallen
even the dog pulled them off the tree
he couldn’t resist that pulpy mass
neither could i…