Saturday 13 June 2009

At Rest

Today the words came slowly
slurred and blurred and lowly
meandering in pace and soothing space
all full and round and hushed
no waste

today this pen it glides
and slides into the words it scribes
and meaning is forgotton
like a rain drop in a pool
free as a fool
This languid language long caress
the slightest touch the slowest breath
I am at rest

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