Saturday, February 14, 2009

writing with one hand

tied

behind me, thoughts and memories

swirl

the mud that is stirred


blinding me


to what

is



underneath.

4 comments:

TACParent said...

A new poem! Yay. Keep writing with one or two hands -- it will heal what ails you.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

thanks!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love how you lay out words! (the beginning is great, too. :)

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks, Andrew. I am literally "writing with one hand" these days, after I broke my wrist, so I thought it was an apt metaphor!

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