Sunday, October 01, 2006

Rejuvenated old poem

how love is found out

where windows open      abandoned once
or not thought of

when others, a speech of everlasting,
skirted the avenues in search of

insects or birds, mentioned or read about,
there is an afternoon, and how to spend it

torn up or cut up, I sit,
scratch a surface into

make a cure for that, the sunken part

here, vegetation
takes a mountain walk to disturb

an apple dissected or
broken for the trip

deluge of nature, how love is found out;
to be overrun by amount

faculty in netting or small game
hyphenated compliments tied      a ball around a pole

afflicts an audience to participate, slow down
or disappear

fold away
the need to be caressed

such small spaces occupy the heart


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Forever torn between what is dreamed and that which truly is.

Forever reaching

Forever being eluded by grace

Forever accepting ... Forever


7:27 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

don't encoourage her!!!

12:04 a.m.  
Blogger MissWanda said...

Hmmm, what interesting posts this blog has been gathering lately. Perhaps I should assume that the internet is concerned for my poetic soul.

12:08 p.m.  

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