stones

[catharsis]

strand of rocks
doused with gulls
and the sea
they sit under no cliff's edge
as not to allow any man
to plummet to them
(gathering salt
not blood)

and the fish
flit so between them
with awkward glinting grace
as though god
did breathe his own air
into the waters

shapelessly the sun
does lean upon them
telling time
to deafest ears

[kitsch]

i love this
your imagery is unique man


you should check my villanelle (sp?)