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August 21, 2007
A New Poem
Something relatively new both in content and style
Impression: Sunrise, 2007
I
I cannot breathe
the air here stinks
of rotted root and sawdustII
Where the end was
it still is sharp
and deeply visible
limned against the sky
a ragged woundIII
You wish
you could
speak to
flowers
static
and
aloneIV
who thought the ice flowed
who knew the cracking song
of water shatteringV
the red eyes
do not see
and light up the red night
each time my eyes
snatch openVI
suddenly the one I knew
I thought blind
and stood him naked
on the shore
for the breeze
above
Posted by Steven Riddle at August 21, 2007 8:28 AM
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