cirage poétique

I haven't done a lot of writing lately, but after a quick mention of Keats at Barnes & Noble I've wanted to finish up a couple that I started. That brought around sharing some stuff that I've altered, edited, or just had laying around on the computer. I'll post a few every now and then - probably with a quick note of what it's about if I really feel like it. Enjoy.

Stone; memory-hewn into a picture that betrays the natural.

What more could the Immortal show us about a life together?

Those wind-blown valleys; jagged curves; time so smoothed –

The beauty of emeralds will surface - glimmer in smiling eyes.

Can the current pull us in, leave us floating there forever?

Cold and rushing, enduringly; cutting delicate facets. 

          

                                         -D

Note: Don't know if I'm done with it or not. It *might* expand, but I'll probably continue to fiddle with the punctuation. It stops where I want it to stop, but might be used more efficiently.