Mar I
No one gets it right
so I won’t diminish you
by applying forced adjectives.
The opposite is also useless;
defining what you’re not
is harder than defining what you are.
I will only say that
drinking your salty soul
fills me up
and leaves me so thirsty.
Mar II
I can’t stop staring
at all the stones
you’ve rounded and
lined yourself with
like a million wet buttons
that fasten you to the sand.
Mar III
It’s hard to imagine
that what they say is true
about you taking men’s lives
in fury and foam.
The hard part is not about
the taking of lives
but that anyone would
resist.
3 comments:
Hey, guys! After Greg helped me to get a Google account yesterday, I didn't get a chance to try & post a comment till today. I'm really just seeing if I set it up properly. I can just imagine all of your friends reading this and pitying you for having such a technologically challenged father. Oh well, they'll get over it! Anyway, Suzy, the poems were really inspiring. I hope this experience brings more of it to the surface. Well, take care. Love you & miss you.
What did you write in the sand?
I didn't. That's nature for you. :)
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