It's Him

It's Him

A Poem by Kristine Ferg

A wooden spoon;

how it hangs upon the wall.

It has no passion,

yet the user finds less at fault.

 

 

I wish for that awkwardness,

for strings tied in bows

for no more a reason

then that spoon upon the wall.

 

 

We find it beautiful.

It's a steady ease to eyes

so tired of waiting

for more to catch a light

 

 

Like foreign birds drinking in the lake,

their song of homesick made.

And all we find,

is beauty, yes,

we care not more,

for what might make all the others ail.

 

 

I won't tell him if you will...

© 2012 Kristine Ferg


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Added on February 19, 2012
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Kristine Ferg
Kristine Ferg

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I'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..

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