3/29/10

It's been a delicate morning,
the sandman never visits here.
He slipped away to calmer beings,
drifting from a splintered pier.
Sun spilled through a hole of keys,
waltzing on my calloused floors,
while seagulls drank his morning tea,
and dripping hands held heavy oars.

5 comments:

  1. Love this, the words and the image.

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  2. I've been following you for just over a month now and I have to say that I love your poetry. It is rich with meaning and imagery, often unclear, but there to be grasped. Keep it up. I know that I will keep reading. Are you published by the way?

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  3. Oh, you never cease to amaze me with your artistry. Excellent poetry and image.

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  4. Gypsy, your words mean so much to me. Thank you for always having such positive feedback. It makes me want to keep writing, you know?
    Fyodor Lewis, I appreciate your comment just as much. Thank for reading! For following! My poems are often very hard to grasp unless you're in my head. So many words are symbolic of other things. I'm surprised anyone at all reads this, and I am grateful for every set of eyes. Thank you, thank you.

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  5. "My poems are often very hard to grasp unless you're in my head"

    Amen. I've wrote things that made my friends question my sanity.

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