Pickle (Or, Not sure where this came from!)

Posted: March 8, 2012 in Family
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Pickle

Icy slash
Winters night
Fairy cornice
In my lightsNeanderthal ridge
Hair, spike punk’d
Limbs squirming grasping
First step on the journey

Pride and tears
Joy and fear
Smile,
Stolen by my demons

Slow steps
Quickening pace
Leave the dray
Wings widening

Empty space
Roaring silence
Stillness
Void and dark

Magic carpet
Purple pride
Arrival
At one end

You are not here
And yet you are
Alive and bright
Inside us

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Comments
  1. Great photo 🙂

    Nice poem, I think except I’m not up on poetry. I’m good on pickle though.

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