thinking of you
in circles
the scrawled circles
of kindergarten
with bright coloured wax
and no fear to fail
no fear of falling
the limitless circle
of the stonebuilt well
that drops down and down
to eternity
and swallows
our wishes with the copper pennies
the blurred circle of the sun
that caught our gaze
and then left us
stumbling around
in a world of darkness
till we stumbled on each other
and fell laughing to the ground
the careful circle we made
with my arm here
and your arm there
to turn some ancient rhythm
in tracery upon the floor
my bright skirt brushing your polished boots
i've been thinking of you
in circles
turning myself around and around
looking outward
drawing perfect circles in the ground
with my weary feet
to ignore the fact i always knew
that in the center of a circle
is nothing but emptiness
and so here i am
tracing the rims
waiting for your return
i've been thinking of you
all day all night
wearing down this ground
as i go around and around
2 comments:
well done. and i don't mean well done as in the poem is overcooked and dry, i mean well done as in you did a good job, and the job you did was also well.
i like it...mucho
once i come up with a word that i will be forced to make up in order to upgrade and express how much i liked it, then i will apply that word
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