Friday, April 25, 2014

INSIDE THE NOT-DREAM

by Christine Fojas

There is no ladder--not of hair knotted
nor of sunlight on Winter morning, nor
of open hands. There is no bridge--
not of words, nor of stone; not of prism
unwoven, nor of root grown. There
is no circle--not of trees, nor of fairies;
not of magic; neither of light nor of shadow.
There is just a single mountain, a single
lake, a broken mirror, a cold breath,
and a flower wet with teardrop and dew.
There is you.

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prompt: anaphora

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