Tuesday, November 01, 2005

River (Bless)

I wait always
for the return
through a frosty window
or the gloomy autumn clouds,
the memories trapping me
in this desperate isolation,
a distorted hope -
everything is blurry and fluid
and the confusion pulls
at my tender core
with every glance.

2 comments:

La Maestra said...

the confusion pulls
at my tender core
with every glance.


my favorite line...

achoo said...

I REALLY like this poem. I think it really came from your core and it puts those feelings into perspective and makes them easy to relate to (or maybe it's just me?). Anyway I LOVE the use of imagery and metaphor...nice job!
<3