30 November, 2009

Current by Chip Corwin

I was looking around on a website of poems, and found this one, I thought would be great to share.

Current


At last,
they finished the tightrope
to the moon.

We walked on out our
window, and after some time
our shadows upon the earth were as
long and distant as a comet’s tail.

We reached the moon and
strolled down her blue
unpaved boulevards,

and shopped in her
round empty windows,
and slept on her cool stone fields.

From a dewless savanna
we watched the world rise
half dark, turning like a sonnet
between sudden moonlight
and white dawn,

and we wondered what
new was burning.

3 comments:

  1. Wow.. that's totally.. not what i thought it would be.
    Why are "we" saved but the rest of the earth burns to death?

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  2. wow thats a good post. If you find more like it please post :)

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