Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Poem by Poet Hound

Cerulean

Skies whisper
secrets of Greek gods who
gild ears of listeners
and hold captive
the sound
of Ancient Rome’s chariot
race wheels which still spin.
Horses whine and whinny,
gladiators blue-faced in fear
fight tigers who grin fully.
Echoes ruminate
into nightmares
and story books whimper
after all these centuries.

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