July 30, 2004


At the wall
Shifting from heel to heel.
Shrinking to the back
Grounded in the greyed canvas.

A shape--
Daunted by light.

Shirking activity.
A course outline
Blackened for effect.

until this long query
Seen slightly by one wary.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at July 30, 2004 11:55 PM


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.


Posted by: eric at August 8, 2004 10:36 PM

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
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