Sunday, April 01, 2012

Learning a New Language

to the way the wind
carries my words,
spins them,
brushing away husks—
then unwraps,
lays bare, and
scrapes away
the dried up coverings
to what I want to say

Let's meet over coffee
or share a meal—
spread our words across the table
peel away their shells.
strip down,
prune, crop, pare
what remains
and talk

Poetic Asides prompt
PAD challenge


Anonymous irene said...

Lovely lines..

April 02, 2012  

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