lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


13 July 2010

12 July 2010

124: Ribbons

Gift-wrapped healing to hide.
Carry on, sweetly, quietly, silently,
Oh backstage blues, and the golden glory
And the spotlight fog that encases us whole.
Those who know everything sometimes hate to know all--
Oblivion drugs stall: Pandora's wish
To never know what she knew, what she learned, what she saw.
But to bask in the ignorant and sunny bliss.