Wednesday, April 01, 2009

lonely house

There on the window pane

Egg white ink and lilies lay

Asleep in the day

Origami doves

Came alive at your one touch

Flew away in the night

All over my grave

Orange flowers you chose lay

Lesser petals wept.


medusa said...

what happened here?
this indeed is very restful, even the look and the colours and the back ground image of the blog,
not to mention the poem.

Rita said...

That's a very nice poem...have you ever tried scraping dried egg off a window?