Showing posts with label Moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moving. Show all posts

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Innocently


innocently, I am being killed
hands wrap around me like prayer
the stretch of my arms losing all hope

happily it is done and gone
in intervals of rain, fallen breath
whirling fantastic, flying into release 

a comet's fragment of track
this hand across my heart saving me 
an empty room to understand everything

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reading between the flowers

I think teenager Cass makes a terrific point in  The Bee Sting  when she is irritated with the ubiquitous nature themes in poetry:  “You go ...