Once More Around
10/12/2006
My wintry sleep
has ended for the rustling
of autumn's soft decay
With aching hands I beat
a path to my ethos
With bloody fingers
I pound my gallant
resolve from the earth
Assembling old, worn
dreamless shadows
into nets for the void
to hide in summer rain
my faraway center
Left back in springtime
Waiting for seasons
To take me out cold
In my bare nest
Naked
- Bruce Rich
posted by novachild @ Thursday, October 12, 2006,
1 Comments:
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At 2:02 PM,
~Jennifer~ said...
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Well now that I can finally get around to commenting, I really like this poem.
But you already knew that. ;)
