Falling Plum Poetry
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.
September 11, 2009 at 8:51 AM
Staying in Balance
said...
Wow, thanks!
September 12, 2009 at 7:50 AM
Sunil Jose
said...
Dymphna..its great poem..!
September 18, 2009 at 2:33 PM
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3 comments:
and what a sweet scent that crust emits.
Wow, thanks!
Dymphna..its great poem..!
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