OUTLASTING MOTHS
8/03/2014
In Any Direction
How unlikely my heart
to find its bearings
in this dark world,
its shiftings
a rogue wave in
a night's storm,
an uneven swell
for a blinded ear;
small hairs
in the shell's bone
broken.
1 comment:
Anonymous said...
subtle, precise imagery.
have you read Mama Zen at "another damn poetry blog"? ~
11:37 PM
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1 comment:
subtle, precise imagery.
have you read Mama Zen at "another damn poetry blog"? ~
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