stained the staid
scraps of the woman's
whimsical white
dreams gone wrong.
Whispering fears
fending off
crushing waves
pounding the pavement
walking walking
watching without
so much as a
vapored breath escaping
a singularity of a
drop
of a stained hope
stopped.
Poppy drops bleed
a sea of
petal moments
spread
on sacred
hallowed grounds
untouched by
human hand.
Moon-wise beams
show shadow designed
messages
meaningless
to all but the
moon.
by Lucya W.K.Lebid
© 2010, Lucya Kotelewec Lebid, all rights reserved
