Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Cruising along

We cruise along the edge,
Tracing the seams,
Swaying carefully,
With the strong currents of time.
A little tip.
A hard fall.


6 comments:

  1. You have so much packed into these lines--multiple meanings, a clear image. I especially love "Tracing the seams" and the rhythm of the last two lines.

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  2. I'll echo what Jennifer said! I love seeing how you are trusting your writing more. I love the ambiguity but also the fine line.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.