Sunday, August 3, 2008

6: 15 Am Comments

Rating: 5.0

Murmuring in the background lies the twang of guitar strings
Cooperatively overlapping, not interrupting, the sound of morning avians, calling.
Their foreign tongue harps to me in octaves and E notes, guileful.
Slower than the gentle sway of willow leaves,
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Kim Dang
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Mel Vincent Basconcillo 19 April 2009

the title is mysterious and the poem is brilliant

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Patrick McFarland 03 August 2008

Nice poem Kim. It has the feeling of a Haiku without actually being a Haiku. Very original.

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