be careful not to turn the gold into lead
he said
by some strange alchemy
he said
gilded lilies
are no finer
for their veneer of explanation
he said.
“Are they real or plastic?”
she would say;
as if plastic wasn’t real
or reality wasn’t plastic
he said
quietly
in the darkness
before the dawn
he said
be careful not to turn the gold into lead
she whispered
"Dio - God. Phase - a distinct period... forming part of something's development." (Wikipedia)
Thursday 10 May 2012
Wednesday 9 May 2012
50 words
stepping stones to nowhere
into the welcoming mist of uncertainty
already closing in
only three stones visible
father, son and holy ghost
turning to see am I on the first stone or the mainland
realising that
I am standing on the water
momentary clarity through the mist
I step forward
into the welcoming mist of uncertainty
already closing in
only three stones visible
father, son and holy ghost
turning to see am I on the first stone or the mainland
realising that
I am standing on the water
momentary clarity through the mist
I step forward