roman
Learn more about other poetry terms
stone
i live in a cold world with my cold hands and the cold bodies around me
creating creatures i'll never hold
statues fill my dinner table and if i imagine they are talking to me
they are
Flitting through the trees
She runs
Like the quicksilver moon
High in the clear night sky
He passes through the dark trees
Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
Folly then, not folly now
Earth about the sun revolves
Aristarchus, show us how
Minds resist yet thought evolves
Puzzle through the paths so cryptic
Crossing orbit and ecliptic
Or lean
