Guest guest Posted April 20, 2006 Report Share Posted April 20, 2006 This is dedicated to mad dog Larry. I loved your poem. It's You! Can you become a stone dog, Larry? Stone Dogs Stone dogs by the temple's gate, so pale in the moonlight, their bark congealed, petrified into silence, yet more terrible, more piercing than their teeth. How that silence tear the flesh of self from my phantom bones. I have become the quietude cascading from their jaws. Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 20, 2006 Report Share Posted April 20, 2006 Nisargadatta , Pete S <pedsie5 wrote: > Stone dogs by the temple's gate, > so pale in the moonlight, > their bark congealed, petrified > into silence, yet more terrible, > more piercing than their teeth. > How that silence tear the flesh > of self from my phantom bones. > I have become the quietude > cascading from their jaws. > > Pete I like it! Bow wow! -- D. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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