Saturday, March 14, 2009

I walk through the world
looking out
through a dark glass,
dirtied and obscured
by passing storms
that nevertheless
follow me about--
blurring
my vision
of the world,
but not
the world's vision
of me.

3 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

The imagery makes me feel on a journey and indeed it is. I have to say again how powerful your poems are to me......even as I have finished reading them...I want to say....it that true...what I thought it said?
Thank you
Linda

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks so much, Linda!

Selchie said...

Simple and sweet.))

Happy day.

Poems © Gemma W. Wilson