Truth and Myth
the sun caught in a wave
bobs up and down, drowning, reborn, a small god
ignored by garrulous geese and laughing gulls
who punctuate the sky with white-feather questions–
but the spotted deer, stoops his head at the shore,
glows as he sips the splendor.
I saw “incandescent miniature” in Jane’s Random Words, and this image popped into my head. I’ll have to use more words in another poem. I shared this poem with Top Tweet Tuesday.
I’m hosting dVerse Poetics today, so I’ll be back later!