Thursday 4/30/09
After Writing Too Many Poems
I think
I'm poemed out.
I need a break
from figurative
thinking.
I need
an afternoon
of sitting on the beach
looking at the waves
and just thinking
about them
as waves
and nothing else,
just water
being pulled
by the moon
splashing
onto the shore.
That's it~
not waves of emotion
or waves of sorrow
or waves of troubles,
just
plain, simple waves
that do not beg
to be put into
a poem.
1 comment:
Everything beautiful begs to be put in a poem.
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