Thursday, March 11, 2010

Verse: Listen

Poetry
is insecure

it needs me
to tell you

about the transience
of all things

but it is not in
my words

it lies
between them

it is those silences
that quicken my pulse

because they
are filled with possibility

2 comments:

  1. Love this poem - it seems to simple but there's so much in there

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