a coat, not hers

A coats, not hers

( a poetry that begins at the words I have stolen with permission from the master writer K.c.Klein)

A coat, not hers wraps the little body

Crouched it twists down the alley of slumber.

The girl sleeps on the night-bridge forever.

Spotless sun rises over her and stooped

To wipe out the last of the murky night

Out of a soul that should not be touched with

Slightest of the dimness it lives within,

The days in and days out. Ha, the measures

Men invent to bind slipping time and space!

She stirs and steps out of the tattered coat

And binds of time to reach for a life of us.

 

Reviews

[Carrie Montgomery]

"Ha, the measures

Men invent to bind slipping time and space"
yes man tends to try and tame the world and the mystery of "us" with such insignifigant things as time and fences called space.
"A coat, not hers " this calls to mind how children and future generations may have to wear "coats" not their own...dealing with the past generations and the carelessness we have shown...
another poem that causes the reader to think and wonder...

[Amanda Crandall]

Very nice poem, vivid and intriguing.

My favorite line is

Out of a soul that should not be touched with

Slightest of the dimness it lives within,