Wednesday, July 1, 2009


Black spreads,
like spilled ink.
Air feels electric
tastes sweet.
Giant fingers
roll rumbling
A tear.
tear tear tear.
Fragrant only
in occupation
of another,
earth worms
metallic keys
drippy green leaves.

tear tear tear tear.
We are not alone my dear.


Anonymous said...

lovely, lovely, lovely!

LifeIsArt said...

Oh how I love your poetry!

cindy : quaint said...

i have to think about this one, but it is lovely.

Beverly Ash Gilbert said...

So many double meanings - beautiful cadence.

♥ Boomer ♥ said...

Yes! ♥
You are never alone.

Claire said...

when i see the words and read them out loud. i see hands massaging a back and as the knots release, so too do the tears.