Relections

Reflections

Infinite reflections

mirrors mirrored

A child blowing love bubbles to the sun

Homeless person

 you'll agree

looking in at us- looking out

sidewalk appeal

there'll be no place for tomorrow

tomorrow doesn't exist

just fingers strumming on the strings

your shadowhead crooning to the moon

space within space

living growing mediations 

within mediation

periscopic love 

bubbles in the air

are we and 

the promises

 we kept.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Like Rita Dove who uses the oddest pieces of the world and makes of them the stuff of lyric poetry. I agree, that there is nothing that we can see, that doesn't see us first, "meditations within meditations". Which, perhaps, is the framework of love within this larger society. Poetry is an agreement with other poets with the expectation that something seductive or harrowing has yet to be born. i've missed you terribly. dana.

[Corset]

Then why did you go away so long >.< I'd all but given up the pen. I missed you too I suppose. Nothing seductive has been whispering and nothing harrowing has driven me to ground as yet, well, nothing unusual :D

[Corset]

same old gravity :D

[Corset]

same old static cling :P

[Corset]

same ol' birds of a feather..Thank God.

[Corset]

Goodbye lovey, I'll miss you.