Photo: Pavel Potapov
I understand - now - so I unclench.
We no longer head in that direction
though I do not yet know another.
Senseless to resist - still - so I unfurl
from my fetal curve to stretch.
Trust? So I say. Truth? So I hope.
You did not ask this time.
I am reminded to be still.
To wait.
Now.
©2007 Peggy Eldridge-Love
3 comments:
You gotta teach me how you do this - short, elegant, layered. I'm serious. I wanna class.
I agree with Jackie. Teach me. I did it somewhat with my Essence poem. It is not easy.
It is how I think as a poet. For some reason I can reduce the essence of a thing to a few words if I'm writing a poem, but let me try to explain it any other way and I'm long - exhaustively long - winded! LOL I've had my soap box snatched from beneath my feet more often than I care to admit!
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