Friday, April 30, 2010

NaPoWriMo #30: Made it! Free Write

Being Late

I remember that little breathless
when I realized I was late.

This one was like a flower
not like the ones

before you’re married
that are like
razor blades

nicking your brain
with worry.
No, this one

was the sun rising,
ocean waves
kissing the sand,

thoughts of blue eyes
and blond curls.
This late was a smile.


framavami said...

Very nice, I like it, thanks.
Best wishes for your job.
I hope to meet you again,

Victoria said...

What a tender beautiful poem. Thank you for commenting sweetly on my new poetry blog. I just put yours in my favorite places. Big Tent Poetry is definitely helping me make connections. i expect to read here often.

Amy Barlow Liberatore said...

Linda, I loved this and can relate to both. The razor blade feeling and the flower opening. What a lovely thought, that second one!

Dina Spice said...

Again with the perfect, sweet ending. Like a kiss! I'm hooked.

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