Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Endure



This evening haze,
swarms through the membrane
of an unsettled moment
that leaks like a childhood wound.
Barren like a motherless sky,
I ache for your subtle birth
dear thought.

2 comments:

  1. Have you thought about self publishing your poems in a book?

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  2. Hi Anne Lane. I haven't thought about it so far.

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