Sunday 26 September 2010

Oooo

Waiting, it finds you
- wind on your face and hands -
usually cool,
on the move

(as breath
soothes your nose
below brainbox’s branches,
above all those words on your tongue)

roaring a bushfire, crackling twigs

from tree onto shimmering tree.

1 comment:

  1. Good stuff - existentially intense, esp here;

    "(as breath
    soothes your nose
    below brainbox’s branches,
    above all those words on your tongue)"

    the frighting awareness of self in split moments of intellectual and sensuous life.

    Aaron
    http://www.aspharpoetry.blogspot.com/

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