OK after that huge conversation and debate about that one experiment that I posted, here is something more my style, something that will be easier perhaps to identify as poetry. I hold it close to me becuase it has so many memories associated with it. It is very recent and so am finding it very difficult to distance myself from it or critique it. As usual, comments, criticism (even very harsh criticism), responses, flattery and rebuke, are all welcome. Hope you enjoy reading this one. Thanks all! Witnesses
Seven stars stared
Through words that tri ckled from between the spa ces that marked our hands.
Thoughts left Conspicuous trails That glistened in wing stirred starlight.
We S n a i l e d our way Towards meanings disavowed By silences That rustle in smiles Crinkling around the eyes.
And though you think no one saw You whisper a kiss Under the lavender caressed Darkness, You were wrong.