Saturday, January 31, 2009

Late Night Poetry

Late Night Poetry

Writing poetry
late into
the evening -
is watching dew
along a window pane
down to the sill.
Like discovering
woman -
in all her glorious
beauty for the first
Learning about her,
and a spinning,
plunging universe.

As always comments are welcome.


Joseph Hutchison said...

I love the sound in the last four lines; the others are perhaps too flat ... or something.

And I don't think there is such a thing as "woman," or "man" for that matter. Only women and men....

Allen Family said...

Good job!

I liked the picture it brought to my mind.