http://lisapoetry.tribe.net/thread/f5ecf93c-eb18-412d-9dd8-ceccafb083eb?format=rss Tribe.net. Local Connections http://lisapoetry.tribe.net/thread/f5ecf93c-eb18-412d-9dd8-ceccafb083eb#f68b1540-e977-4f00-94d5-6483de38c55a The voice was reason clear and true but softened by a lisp, head lightly tilted to one side in dulcet tones my pied visitor explained to me about the coming of a darker season, “your summers will fly by swift on robin’s wings and your soul weighted black with shadow and unreason”, his beady eye took on a hardened glint slightly shifting stance balancing body from one leg t’other one long drawn out glance then a gruff reply to my haunted cry so then, do not ever tell another lie Sat, 17 Jan 2009 03:55:17 GMT http://lisapoetry.tribe.net/thread/f5ecf93c-eb18-412d-9dd8-ceccafb083eb#f68b1540-e977-4f00-94d5-6483de38c55a rob 2009-01-17T03:55:17Z