Thursday, 20 December 2007

Yang Chung's Poem 72 by Duane Locke

Tea leaves, a lacquer-black, crossed
On cups
...........Orange coolie hat bottom
Spoke
The words that clothe
............................The sounds
Of wood pigeons
.........................By the woodpiles
Whose
..........Irregular round edges, the ends,
Are lit
By
Evening fireflies and a reflection
From
A rooster's red comb.

The sun and her blonde hair

Are both wet.


Duane Locke, Florida, USA

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Duane Locke, Ph. D. (Metaphysical Poetry) lives in rural Lakeland, Florida, has had (as of September 07) 5,917 poems published in print and e zines.[Not one poem self-published, all published by others] 17 print and e books published. Also, a painter, exhibited widely--a discussion of his work appears in Gary Monroe's Extraordinary Interpretations (U of Fla press). Recent exhibition, 'Outsider Art' at
Polk Museum. A photographer, 289 photos published on internet. Does close-ups of tossed away trash, Mystic vegetation, visual music and nature (primarily small insects).

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