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Between Storms at Sea

Lit up
twice
in black     and
bruised silver

birds dive
quiet

along that
midnight-specked
skyline     clouds
let light

stream in
slowly

toward
night’s
own portrait     etched
dumbly between

day’s violences
blooming.

Posted in Poetry.

2 comments

By J. H. Maher – July 26, 2011

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  1. mcascardi says

    there are
    lots of
    line breaks
    in
    this piece

    I feel
    like
    I am reading
    in the style
    of Christopher

    Walken

    July 29, 2011, 9:28 pm
  2. Frankenstein says

    mcascardi : boo. hiss.

    July 31, 2011, 3:50 am

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