Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Meek

Black spreads,
saturates,
like spilled ink.
Air feels electric
tastes sweet.
Giant fingers
roll rumbling
boulders.
Reign.
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.

6 comments:

Kamana 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.