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There's a river in me.
It's drawn to the sea.
It answers the pull
of the moon.
It softens my skin.
It lets the world in
and will carry me out
of it soon.
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Your poems just blow me away, sharon...do you make chapbooks or any kind of collection of your work?
Posted by: bobbi | 12 April 2008 at 10:05 PM
Oh, my. This is one of many things on the really must do one day list -- make a chapbook. Or two.
Posted by: SB | 13 April 2008 at 03:54 PM
As you know so well, life's uncertain...hope you don't put it off too long.
Posted by: bobbi | 14 April 2008 at 11:43 AM
chapbook?
Posted by: niki | 15 April 2008 at 03:50 PM
A chapbook is a small collection of poems, often self-published.
chapbook @ Wikipedia
Posted by: SB | 15 April 2008 at 04:06 PM