At the wall
Shifting from heel to heel.
Shrinking to the back
Grounded in the greyed canvas.
A shape--
Form?
Daunted by light.
Shirking activity.
A course outline
Blackened for effect.
Superseded
until this long query
Seen slightly by one wary.
Amanda,
I love this poem. When I read it there was
a feeling of "the pen in my hand", so close
it was to something I might write. Thanks
for such a kin poem.
Eric
Thanks for the compliment. I like finding a level that someone else can relate to.
Posted by: Amanda at August 11, 2004 2:21 PM