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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Profit

She's yet to realize
a netted profit
from these oceans
of tearful deposits

6 comments:

gerry boyd said...

She's hard put to be
nettled by profits
from these spikes
of rain-washed sting.

Francis Scudellari said...

She swallows hard
lessons unsweetened
by prophets, steeping
in the guileless sun

gerry boyd said...

At the gall script of bitter prophets
she always leeringly peeks askew,
coaxing brass music from airy bracelets
and waiting for clouds to razor the moon.

Francis Scudellari said...

Gallic sayers soothe her with prophecies
of swarthy charms. Their crystal glances
skip askance to the dance of frayed bows.
Then, an orchestrated twilight takes
its final bow.

gerry boyd said...

Charmed by crystal and the spectrum produced,
She glitters through aqua and orange and spruce,
not cowed by refraction but sunlit but chance,
she spins through the motions of anodyne dance.

[Aside: You do realize that if we keep this up, we shall eventual produce Hamlet. Regards, Infinity Monkey]

Francis Scudellari said...

Yeah, that may be a good one to end on :).