Thursday, March 29, 2018

ed Cone - down the wire #341

down the wire

words down the
wire
clouds stumble
high
earths so
dry
painting turns
away
unfinished
again
always
unfinished
calling
the colour gods
magpies scream
the wind is
picking up
whistling
to the unknown
and the puppy
awaits the snake
the brown that
escaped

all unfinished

5 comments:

  1. Down to the wire - you take us right there - unfinished and all. Love it!

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  3. Good poem. Who are you, Red Cone?

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    1. Ed Cohen? The stationmaster's son? Fancy that!

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