Monday, August 29, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch #232 dance of lost poems




how hard it is to run away
games make it simpler
drugs
dance into a fray
light foot
bullet hot
shattered
imagined rents
will to rise
it can be
spent
first  acquiesced
heavy on the bough
light falling






   

4 comments:

  1. a really wonderful poem, discourse social faire un commentaire
    and superb image ...makes me want to fall down+++

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  2. That's lovely, dancing and falling and the image is nice, painterly almost

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