Tuesday, February 16, 2010

UNSURE

I see no hand reaching
I've bitten and kicked it gone.
Running circles in my fleeing
I need to find a new dawn.

Silent prayers encounter silence
A waiting of the divine.
Is this love so relentless
Embracing the ugly which is mine?
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Lost Narnian said...

These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.

February 16, 2010 at 5:16 PM

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