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God
Sunlit garden. In the reflection of the glass
when you tip to drink, it seems
that you have your fingers wrapped around the sky.
The treeline wavers above, lost in wind and the Coke
as it smashes and breaks on cliff-glass.
Would you be God, then? Your hands
carving holes in the sky; your fingers
leaving black gaps in the cloud?
God sits in the sunlit garden, drinks,
and dreams of ugly things.
when you tip to drink, it seems
that you have your fingers wrapped around the sky.
The treeline wavers above, lost in wind and the Coke
as it smashes and breaks on cliff-glass.
Would you be God, then? Your hands
carving holes in the sky; your fingers
leaving black gaps in the cloud?
God sits in the sunlit garden, drinks,
and dreams of ugly things.
Published 18th May 2010
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18th May 2010 10:46pm
26th May 2010 10:27am
i am reallllllyyyyy liking this poem; short and sweeet :) nice job ... i like the sense of creation here .... i'll be honest i don't agree with you on the last two lines but that's cool! those lines add an edge to your poem which gives essence to the poem. nice job :)
