365 Poetrics

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Descending light

As a horizon rises

An old one sinks ever slowly

Approaching the unending

Doom; Catastrophe

Around the corner

Sits for a fire emblem

In the darkness.

Michael: As you know, I'm Michael Hand. I am filled with humerous refrences no one gets and my own brand of wisdom in the form of myths, aliens, pizza, politics, or a combination. I like Animals, Debating, Horses, Most Other People, Food, Conspiracy Theories and, of course, Writing My Own Special Brand Of Short Stories and Poems, so enjoy the blog.

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