1037
becalmed
among my thoughts
this silence
run out of streets
in memory
unfurling
pond soft
rhythm in a skin
thus far laughter
by leaf
stream settled
and deeper
time for a pulse
come slowly still
to myself
hear water running
see wings let down
these crossings out
tree beside
air up
voices now
breeze strung
come from conclusion
to entertain this
doubt
only ever beginning
never even begun
Well, I think it's a great poem...and I don't care what anyone says. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm resolute
ReplyDeletein that