Friday, January 7, 2011

Dust

(A new poem, draft 1)


How irrevocably firm was I!
A steady stone in that stale room.

You stirred the air while walking by,

Cause and effect-

My fragile firm swelled, and was doomed.
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2 comments:

Sarah Pete said...

Wow. Love this.
That's just about all I can say.
Wow.

January 17, 2011 at 6:08 PM
Abi said...

Thanks Sarah :)

January 19, 2011 at 7:02 PM

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