Thursday, November 10, 2005


Faint wisps,so gentle
stored away in
the deep recesses
of my mind.

Waiting to be
with warmth and

Like a picture story
where one scene
unfolds after
the other.

Of words and images,
a vast glorious
landscape captured
in its finest moments.

By my mind....

My mind,
so intricate,
subtle and

Yet so treacherous.

1 comment:

Enemy of the Republic said...

So this is where you are posting! What a great blog!

I love the last line of your poem. It just turns it all around. Beautiful writing.