Tuesday, February 7, 2012

NaHaiWtiMo # 5,6,7

#5 Egg

egghead cracked open
to fill the river
with smart little ducklings


#6 Frame

outside the frame
wild geese
fly south


#7 Grief

the train whistle cries
passing through
a deserted town








4 comments:

  1. Such space in the small nuggets of richness.

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  2. what your profile says, lorna, these are our intimations, our carving out of our space, our trying to be here.

    grief, it is so easily understood and yet not endured as easily.

    xo
    erin

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