Greedy morning
The airstreams’ clout breeds on catching stiffed breathing,
Life goes by a chance and the chance is unspoken.
And shadows kowtow stripping stellar light’s sheathing,
horizon’s concealed, but its seal – slightly broken.
The taste of the morning lost tartness for briskness,
still pleasantly zestful and classic in coffee.
So moments check smudges of dimness for weakness,
like two little eyes caught with sneaking on toffees.
The clouds’ lingerie’s laid to whitish its colors.
Rays spread and an eye finds dispersals erotic.
Bold minds are submerged in awakening. Dollars
soak badly in greed spiking new semiotics.
June 18 2007
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
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"like two little eyes caught with sneaking on toffees" beautiful similie.
"clouds’ lingerie’s laid to whitish its colors" aaah..what an excellent image!
"Dollars soak badly in greed spiking new semiotics".. its a thundering reality...
Here I read brilliant poetry..:-)venkat
Hi Venkat,
I am glad you liked it. Our greed could play a good role in our lives. It is not specifically negative property of humankind (like a greed for knowledge).
Another day – another way to say – how unique it is.
Thank you,
Iouri
Ubi vita, ibi poesis!