It seems, then,
that the work of the poet
is to listen
To slow her gait
and to heed
little things
It's the way the palm bends
nodding slightly before
I feel the breeze
It's the hovering of the Qualia
dipping for water
in the falling light
-lisa, 26 August, 2011
3 comments:
I do like your poetry. Thank you.
I like your Poetry, too.
Thank you so much. And, you're welcome :-)
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