Seas between us, and time.
I climb beneath my quilts.
You wake in a bright room.
You are not alone. I move
through dreams dense
with rage. Your children
berate me. There is no
escape. This long winter.
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Perfectly put!
Posted by: Cathy | 11 February 2009 at 06:59 PM
Nicely done! (dreams dense with rage)...
Posted by: thepoetryman | 13 February 2009 at 11:26 PM
i agree wholly with the above...i liked the simplcity. no complications..straight forward and subtle..
thanks
-narendra
Posted by: narendra | 14 February 2009 at 04:47 AM
Glad you are writing again. I had a hundred Waxwings in the apple tree this week! Spring is on its way.
Posted by: Niki | 14 February 2009 at 06:55 AM
This packs a punch way above its size!
Posted by: Dick | 24 February 2009 at 03:58 AM
Your beautiful snapshot could be among the trees in our kingdom of Liqüiritia. I hope you can visit us some day.
Love,
L.
Posted by: Liquiritia | 02 March 2009 at 01:36 PM