Bracelets
blue and gold and pink
and blue and gold again
swinging dangling jangling
overtaking this vessel of ink
the vessel that promises
pleads from within me
to bubble up and away
with words and wind and woe
encased consciousness
never seems to comply
instead circling stooping sinking
into neverending recesses of thought.
2 comments:
Just awesome. :)
hello lovely- i just took apart your guest space today- hated it!! i miss you much . your blog helps. i like your poem. want to hear about first day of school. xoxox a.jenn
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