the dangling…
grab-it-on-the-go
society
undone.
i looked for you
in all the familiar places
not built of wood
or rock
but wires
connecting us
but
you were
gone, hanging by
a thread, dangling out
of reach and i cried
worried.
let it be
the dangling…
grab-it-on-the-go
society
undone.
i looked for you
in all the familiar places
not built of wood
or rock
but wires
connecting us
but
you were
gone, hanging by
a thread, dangling out
of reach and i cried
worried.
I’ve read several of your poems, and really like the economy of your style, and admire your ability to say and paint your emotional landscape,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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This made my eyes tear up
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