Monday, June 5, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #50 - Borders

a thin band
of nothing

buffer of silence
between a prayer

and a resolution
a vacuous border

propped up
by its own rush

of matter, antimatter
good and bad

Threshold of hope
Liminal barbs

birds fly over
regardless
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  1. Rob SchackneJune 5, 2017 at 4:06 PM


    A perfect poem of silence
    How we listen for it
    Where we go to find it
    And how long
    We can stay there alone

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