"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Poem V - A Cave.

What brings you here,
down into this
cold dank cave?
Crawling
on hands and knees,
cold mud
squished between fingers,
white cotten dress
soiled and caked.
It just gets
darker
and darker
from here.

5 comments:

  1. first time here juice

    i like your stuff
    where you go
    your words cut hard, but/and
    you are exploring,
    yourself crawling
    in the mud
    in the dark
    searching

    ~robert

    ReplyDelete
  2. So visual! You are nailing the imagery.

    ReplyDelete
  3. this is quite arresting.
    kinda chilly, and clammy.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Never really know how to comment on anyone's work. But, I really love your writing. I always get something from reading you.

    ReplyDelete

"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."