Sometimes I see
her kneeling at flowers,
electric-movements, fingers
intertwined like low black lines
sagging with ice.
Another thought:
Carl, I sd,
understand what she does
not like rocks comprehend
time, which isn't at all.
Author notes
easy puzzle, huzzle
A contest entry
- Quickie III by Hope Angel.
525 points, ended March 16, 2009, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
-
I like your take on the prompt it's unique and thought provoking thank you for entering
Adding your comment:
