Saturday, April 4, 2009

Liquid Walls

Liquid Walls

Poetry is hovering
Flitting in and out of my consciousness
Depth brushed against my elbow
As I reached for the sponge
The limits of my perception quivered

I took my pen instead
But the ink is black
Everything has darted out of reach
Except dimples
And a bit of green embroidery thread

1 comment:

Barbara said...

Very special and unique words; just like you. I've never read anything like that; with words, the possibilities are endless...

Create on, sweet poet, sweet niece. You are God's channel to spread beauty and love with your pen, with your keyboard... The world is waiting for your interesting input, lovely creations inspired by God.