Collected Thoughts

Oh yeah, I think my scalp is sunburned.

I don't have a hiaku but I will through out one of my favorite poems.

The Sea Lullaby by Elinor Wylie

The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood,

A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk,

The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.

She came upto meet him
In a smoothgolden cloak,
She choked im and beat him
To death, for a joke.

Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.

Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.