a morning in december

Description: non-linear imagist poem.

interested in collaboration and/or feedback in any way that benefits the work.

quote from poem:

"until you, there has been a famine of words./
lines arrived quietly, almost invisibly:/

a moth's wings patter against the wall./

the tree branches barren like a row of flags./

the folded flags of our fingers./

reservoir of sound./

a sliver of blank wind./

perception is curling an old concert poster/

along the mantle and tired flowers./

an ink stain on the body."

Posted by: patrick at Mar 28, 03 | 11:19 pm | Profile
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