Inky waves roll me like laundry,
Like rocks in a tumbler -
Grinding me against ashen sands.
Eroding under a bruised sky,
My eyes don't see the sun -
I grieve alone beneath my clouds.
5 days ago
Monday, January 23, 2006
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7 comments:
I love this imagery.
Sounds pretty bleak. I hope this isn't how you are feeling.
SAD getting to you sis? You need a vacation!
Talk to me, clew...
You know my address...spill!!!
And I'm with naive...I think we could all use a vacation.
xoxoxoxo
Hmmmm. Creative moment, or current emotion? A little of both?
Have a BLT and feel better - besides the Steelers are going to the Superbowl!!! ;)
I'm worrying about you again! Get in touch! Hugs XOXOXO
Very Emily Dickinson-esque. Hvae you read her stuff? I hope so. If not, you must. Beautifully obscure.
My favorite part is how you don't say "the clouds" BUT rather "MY clouds". I love how the narrator takes ownership, yet doesn't not claim any part of the sun.
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