Sunday, 10 February 2013

Day Eleven: #WoPoWriMo - Holes

   

Holes in today, no holes in tomorrow;
a gentle belonging
like summer’s black swallows, that dips
and dives
into the depths of souls,
swoops and tumbles,
claims and owns, a heart,
and a time, all at once.

Tomorrow’s wonder,
is not yet begun, though there borders
true feeling,
and devotions, in this touch,
and to want
and to be
is often too much like a ribbon
that ties and holds.

Not this time,
just a moment,
that bends and
folds, amongst the steps of a
long-trodden quest, following footprints;
through sand;
on a rocky shore ,
to the shell-arms of happiness. 
     

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem - interesting imagery.

    Saffy

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