Moving From One Place to Another (with boxes)

there was an answer
in the way
the trees pass
pressing budding branches
against the silvering
pull of the sky

i think of the silence waiting
in an empty room
the light peeling
like skin as the day fades
spreading shadow and
the smell of dust
along the growing edges
of the carpet


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 17th Nov 2015 21:38

You are so good! IMO, - a true poet's mind exercising the innate power of diverse observations, the interweaving of all senses, of seeing the 'part in the whole' and the 'whole in the part'. I think it is a gift usually, but sometimes a burden too. I bet you HAVE to write.

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