Trapped Fortune by Felino Soriano
First take of touching light
down on untouched ground
mazes for the unsleeping crawling,
myriad creatures creating paths within
the silent unseen. Illumination uncovers
nothing. The pulling back with slanting glow
fingers across day's directional names
shows position of east west famous fortunetellers'
incorrect weather patterns. Deep
emotions hide coherently,
the still held as if gripped motionless
to reveal what the human forsakes traveling
atop the spider's undulating contoured
back.
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28 April 2010
2 weeks 6 days
this something I enjoyed reading,keep up the good work.
23 January 2010
16 weeks 6 days
I like your style of writing...this is a beautiful poem.