Thursday, November 15, 2007

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Blank sparkle wind rage
Furrowed brows down
Trudge along
Bundled up
In air with teeth
But Voices lost in the gust
And agility futile
Rather lumber fantastic
With elderly brittle steps
And footprints gigantic
Bones and heavy planks
And ice cracking
With water eyes
I've got to
Get inside
Soon
Or
I
Will
Freeze
From inside
Out
But a heat
Radiates
From the
Center of me
Coat eternal
Mind of fire
I walk on
Burning coals
No matter
The Surface

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like your poem. I hope the wee fragile postcard I'm sending makes it through the elements. It's a fiesty one so I'm hopeful. Nice sunset!
-katie

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