Saturday, September 30, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 328 - The Real World


The Real World

sing in my ears
the lack   the high
unknown  tell my path
no waiting  seats are
allocated  the dead
move your body
to the light
smell the seaside
    between
closed lids


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  1. Rob SchackneSeptember 30, 2017 at 6:37 AM

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  2. Rob SchackneSeptember 30, 2017 at 6:42 AM

    Dear Kerri, I love this wee poem
    I was hooked, wasn't I, by the 'high unknown'
    Thank you.

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  3. Kit KelenSeptember 30, 2017 at 9:43 AM

    low knowledge is a dreadful thing
    when pouncing

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