Three Pathetic Fallacies
River is a lonely geography,
the silence of its endless course
colder than any corpse.
Sloppy hands ascend,
eager as fish,
to touch the dimpled pink of flesh.
There is a jag in the sky that bleeds daylight;
at dusk in the darkness of suburb windows
specks of hope are swimming in a sea.
[First published September 1995]
2 thoughts on “Today, A Poem”
Thank-you. I did write this, and I’m still writing.
I love the simplicity of it, yet it’s very intense, if that was you writing, please tell me you didn’t stop.