Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Sighting

I don't think I will add much to this one...

The Sighting

It was diamond
shaped and shivered, spitting light
from the three corners
as it hung weightless
small and close, far and larger,
I don't know, she said,
and I can't tell what
I know because I am sworn
and they keep watching.

March 1, 2009 9:32 PM


  1. You might be sworn of paranoid, or of the looks that leave their energy inside of you.
    Nicelly written pal

  2. Mariana, glad you came by. My writing was dense, I know. This poem puts ufos and spy thrillers together.

    We have a thing we say sometimes, "I have a secret, and if I told you, I would have to kill you." This goes around between friends totally as a joke. Something of that is in the poem too.

  3. Short yet a fathom in sense... well done!!!:)

    Good day!!!:)


  4. How ya doin, girl?

    I have two different dr. apps back to back today, found out finally what the language of the mri is and saw xray of same area...not good. So I have signed up with chiropractic because I have no intention of cutting my back open for this.

  5. I am not sure I know who he you refer to...don't think it's me, pretty sure it's not.

    The mouth is way too small.

  6. I would try to avoid the knife too.....nothing is ever the same after that.

  7. and then when it is over
    they doubt what they saw.
    it's always the way,
    ufo, miracle, love.

  8. Erin, You're right there...I heard God quit working the obvious miracles because they never work out right with us. Especially when they happen too often, all we do is take them for granted.

    Love you.


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