A body in
motion
tends to head
for the ocean
while a body at
rest
tends not
to get dressed
Such are the lessons
living
has taught
where science has
laws
a life
has its oughts
Thermo-
dynamics
by their very
mechanics
I’m sure
you can guess
leave me pale
and panicked
And building
requires
the physics
of wires
to hang up our bridges
and steeples and
spires -
All I
understand
is that surf
meets the sand
and all I can
hope
is my heart
meets my hand
Not far behind us
the ages
remind us
there’s always
another
who’ll quietly
find us –
And each time
I start
to whittle
and chart
I know little
by little
everything
falls apart.
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2 comments:
I'll try a description of your poems:
short synthesis of your soul's experience.
http://ultimulunicorn.weblog.ro/2008-08-06/465743/Something-for-today.html
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