Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Hinge

The heat conducts thru the metal
giving it a slightly odd shape
The rain does not permeate
yet foretells the coming rust

Each entry takes further heft,
the burden heard in the creaking
The connections slowly loosen
until it hangs uncertain, unsure

2 Comments:

Blogger Slain said...

blazing rays
molten black
dripping brightness
slag-induced mold

6:25 PM  
Blogger Prash said...

@ the comments you made in my blog,

OH please, spare me the details about the shaving for women ...:-) LoL

Thanks for visiting my blog. You are always welcome.

Very nice poem. It made me think a lot. I had too many interpretations in this poem. I didn't know what you really meant...But it certainly did make me go 'pensive'..

5:29 PM  

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