Sunday, November 25, 2007

"you are a joy to be with"
my soul, feasting on words
that fill my heart
with nothingness

smooth stones
across his chest
this barren desert

my windswept lawn
soggy leaves tussle
with bare rose branches


writerwoman said...

The last lines in each stanza speak to me the loudest, they could even go together in a single poem.

Brian said...

the 2nd two are especially nice. thanks!