Monday, April 13, 2015

Day #13 : 30 years

A riddle poem - this should describe  something without ever naming it ... 

ache cuts thru every hour 
throwing the line out to still quiet waters .. no bite, no tug 
this duet, this singular exercise 
equanimity found folding feathers to bone 
turning pages to the beat of my own heart 
glass walls surround circle & cling to this company 
companionship tinged in shades of blue & gray 
where silver lining is found inside the burnt ring on my left hand 
what hurts more than this? 
where the verdant moss grows under this solitude's shadowlands 

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