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October 21, 2017
The Gamine
she serves no salmon
just lonely thoughts
swimming upstream
to my heart space
Will they spawn
inspiration
or will they settle
into sediment
for bottom feeders
to grow on
Words are tight
remaining coiled
curled under
my daily life
grind
unto a hopeful
reach
I need to stretch
across the page
A half pour
is a good thing
but now
at the bottom
of the glass
the page
I ache with want
Self Control
a bone honed
skill
to belay
my fall
2 comments
Love this:
ReplyDelete"just lonely thoughts
swimming upstream
to my heart space
Will they spawn
inspiration
or will they settle
into sediment
for bottom feeders
to grow on"
You are a really, really good poet. Thank you. xoA
Thank you so much for your constant readership - your comments meant the world to me!
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