wind in the grass
I am hungry.
I want to look.
To look
somewhere
in summer grasses
undulating
to the next ridge
to the long coast ─
breakers
surging
then
falling back
whole again
to a place
where need
or lust
yes, hunger
demands my presence.
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loved the grasses and the poem - a nice ease to it. I could feel the breeze going through - and wished you could have a greater sense of this ease these last few days…! I'm glad you're still stoning, it's a good change of mood!
ReplyDeleteI sense an urgency in your poem, Duff - a need for mindfulness to bring you back to yourself. Glad you're sharing your work. The grasses speak of summer though I can't see what's beyond them. Perhaps that's the point?
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