I. If the wind is a woman,
then flurries are memory's
molecular dance
and chaos is narrative.
II. The moment before
you're fully awake
and the pieces of the jigsaw
haven't snapped into place:
You could be anyone.
III. My daughter rests her head
against my breast:
my right hand slides
across her heart.
One. Two. Three.
6 comments:
Okay, seriously? This is you clearing winter cobwebs?
Sarah, it's so beautiful.
Thank you for sharing these.
Thank you, Jennifer. I think I have a few more cobwebs to go.
"The moment before
you're fully awake
and the pieces of the jigsaw
haven't snapped into place:
You could be anyone."
I'm Batman!
I ain't never seen no cobweb cleaning lady this talented and whatnot man. No shit. Clean away girl.
Yo Jaz. 'Sup.
Stanza number 2 really ignites my thinking. So true but I hadn't really thought of that before.
Aniket, you know you'll always be Spaceman Spiff to me.
Charles, I felt like that yesterday morning. And then the puzzle poem presented itself! :)
Lovely and touching, Sarah. Thank you.
Now, let's see if I can defeat this challenging captcha.
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