images, nothing more
your eyes closed
rhythmic and deep your breath
today ... still a dream
.
sleep evades
eyes open to the light
body... carries on
.
lines upon your hands
fingers grasp at the unseen
what is it you seek?
.
pen scratches paper
lines appear from emptiness
birth of a poem.
.
.
Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 7-2-11
.
No comments:
Post a Comment