In -ness of things
07/11/2012 § 2 Comments
It came again
this muddled time
and all I can think of
is the quality of air
we breathe
in and out
we are peeling off
years of each other
we are in -ness
of things
lost
and we only scratch
our faces
to see if we bleed
hoping we don’t
we are spent
for anything else.
Needs a second or third read. Well I suppose if such is done by the reader it is a sign of a successful poet.
Thanks Carl.