Thursday, September 10, 2009

My Voice

My life lies
at the bottom
of a large, cast iron pot.

I stir
and stir
over a   s l o w  fire
for decades of years

until I discover

the thick, burned,
elemental crust

that is

my voice.

3 comments:

Kay said...

and what a sweet scent that crust emits.

Dymphna said...

Wow, thanks!

SUNIL JOSE cmi said...

Dymphna..its great poem..!

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