Sap Run

BR Belletryst's most recent poem here was untitled, published as part of Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone. Doesn't this poem make you think of Georgia O'Keeffe? 

Sap Run
By BR Belletryst

Each day I dreamed of death in the belly of the mountain
saw the spirit of the mother cricket playing
her joyful song so many thought mournful, somber;
her long flowing notes, rich syrup in the desert sand,
ran deep beneath every dune to touch the petrified cactus roots
in which we all hide.

Posted by Annmarie at 10/6/2011 11:55 PM
Categories: today's words
Tags: BR Belletryst dream death song syrup sand cactus
 

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