Sylvia
Slyvia
We are made of earth, constantly
Evolving to external pressure
Reshaping the lines of our bodies and our minds
Volcanic
Disruptive
Sensitive to subtle magnetic waves
Sylvia
You and I are made of dark stones
Brittle obsidian
Delicate jet
Rare onyx black as the sky without a moon.
sharp edged, beautiful
And easily
Broken.
Comments
this poem moves beautifully – describing these friends first with heavy images of earth & moon, and then artfully expressing their ultimate fragility. a fine piece of work, words perfectly chosen.
Wonderful Poem…keep it up !!!!