Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Anne Kellas #12, T is for transference

Where once we looked through air,
now glass
stands between us like a wall.
We wave bravely to each other
from either side.
Meanwhile the wall conducts the silences between us –
this side, sand,
that side, splinters.
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  1. UnknownJanuary 20, 2016 at 2:34 PM

    Completely coincidentally was thinking about writing a poem called Transference today!

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    1. Anne KellasJanuary 21, 2016 at 5:50 PM

      Well that's weird. The title was the last thing I wrote , it just popped itself up there once I worked out what the poem was telling me.

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  2. Sarah St Vincent WelchJanuary 20, 2016 at 5:32 PM

    This keeps happening for me too

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