Saturday, January 26, 2008

Dawn

That smell
Of something cooked
Cooking
With nostrils flared
I looked about
And found
My soul
Sizzling
On near molten rocks
At my feet…

3 comments:

Novel Nymph said...

that is AMAZING! your soul sizzling on near molten rocks...ahhh...

Novel

Middle Ditch said...

What a lovely metaphor.

Echo said...

Ouch! phew,
get it off please.

This is really just very striking. Thank you.