Promethius in Alpine Landscape at Dusk

Seconds: ragged breaths:
puffs of smoke in the cold.
The air is bitter.

Evening shadows stretch
the minutes thin, and thinner.
Clouds pass. I am old.

I have counted sheep.
I have sung the Iliad
backwards and forwards

but I never sleep –
morning will descend to eat –
I have often shrieked.

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2 thoughts on “Promethius in Alpine Landscape at Dusk

  1. intelligent use of words to create linking lines, verses and theme.

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