As/Is

11.14.2006

If I Were A Carpenter

This woman,
the tower

of a natural
wood-

unique
and mortal as

the hands that
designed it.

In this life
we build

many things;
everyday

a blueprint
of infinity-

a house without
a single, fastened door,

a bridge
to a garden

with a thousand
singing birds-

where light
becomes a child

runs
freely

between the roses
and the hours

that eventually
reduce

our best-planned
dreams

to finely,
scattered dust.

posted by Rachel Phillips on Tuesday, November 14, 2006

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Am I moribund or what?!!!! LOL

# posted by  Rachel Phillips on 7:44 PM

 

'pulvis et umbra sumus'
'only dust and shade we are'
(Hor.)

# posted by  Guido Monte on 4:15 AM

 

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