Sunday, June 24, 2007


i looked for you
there was this turquoise ocean
and i sat there, waiting for you

my friend who would have
come out of dying the glow
come out and give me me a hand

the hand needed to become stone
it's the place where we all end
and i waited for you


suttonhoo said...

beatiful. hit me square in the heart.

Anonymous said...

have you shared too much?

narthex said...

suttonhoo: thanks! glad you enjoyed it.

voxmotif: nah. i don't think i ever do or if i do, i never feel odd about it. probably comes from learning how to write poetry through the studies of sylvia plath and anne sexton...

Anonymous said...

but what if the poem is a gift?