by jazzy75Houston, Texas, USA
Oct 2012 933 Views 5 comments
days with out
the tear that was shed
was not the tear that fell
but a glistening slip of tongue
held out to dry
upon an empty berth of grey
knotted to prickly pear
a bone white desert sky
was not the tear that fell
but a glistening slip of tongue
held out to dry
upon an empty berth of grey
knotted to prickly pear
a bone white desert sky
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Posted: Oct 2012
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Comments (5)
I almost understand this one...I think. Well I have an interpretation...what appears and what is? Am I on the right track? Why do you make me think?
only when we hurt that joy is to catapult in madness if only to put us in our toes for the birthing of a new one.
great write Jazzy
heat
thirst
quench
but
sand
'waste land'
efforts fruitless