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

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

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

Forever reaching

Forever being eluded by grace

Forever accepting ... Forever


T

7:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

don't encoourage her!!!

12:04 AM  
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 PM  

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