poem 2

stems of light passing curtains

 

her drawing

back folds

 

as sometimes there is

given back

 

shares

of the same thing

 

a shadow

moves across

her breast

 

to my leg

a sadness tonight

life is found one

 

moment and

then left…….

Reviews

[Emily B]

like a dream caught in the gossamer strands of a spider's web . . .

[...]

. exquisite poetry ...
. it's almost as if these words are speaking in a language of silence ...

[Ed Hart]

a quiet moment...i've seen them come, and go...this is a splendid piece, like porcelain