15 February 2014

ORACLE by Annmarie Lockhart

Lizard on the walls of a dream
of places we want to be
or might have been

absorbing the transience
of a too-fast-fading
sun, the transfer of light

heat, and maybe.
He is tongue and scales
half-shadow on blistered

whitewash,
banishing the mirage
of a twice-told fortune.

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Annmarie Lockhart is the founding editor of vox poetica, an online literary salon dedicated to bringing poetry into the everyday, and the publisher of Unbound Content, an independent press focused on poetry. She lives, works, and writes in Englewood NJ. You can find her words at various fine places on line and in print.

2 comments:

  1. This poem makes quite the visual, because we are all waiting for the summer when the lizards are looking for fun, food and friends. I'm inspired. Thanks!

    Jeanette Cheezum

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  2. I love the oracular quality of this poem Open and clouded simultaneously. Very well done.

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