far below me lies
a river too deep to swim
it snakes all around me
and beckons me in
I reach for the branches
but, snapping, they fall too
and suddenly I realize
that I’m flying for you
the rapids, they squeeze me
and siphon my strength
the bitter chill of the water
testing my faith
somehow the branches
they keep me from death
and give me a chance at
a new kind of breath
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written in West Virginia on way to Florida.).
swirling
I thought I saw an icicle
stemming from a cushioned write
it’s dog eat dog tonight
clasping
sentiments historically benign
tumbling down the courteous ravine
spelling my saviour’s name unseen
tracing
necklaces with shimmery cold
a paradigm wrestles common sense
and serves the muse’s bitter defense
closing
a time with the wild
synchronizing all the notes of the break
and lulls me into a new awake
Finished: 6:42 a.m., Tuesday, November 27th, 2007.
Copyright L.M. 2007.
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