Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tuesday Poem: How I find the time to write

I collect
small droplets of silence
merge them on my tongue
plant small words like daisies
weave them into garlands
offer this to a woman
diving off a cliff
daisies falling before her
a half circle of nail polish
glinting
on her toes
as she turns
to look back.

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3 comments:

Mary McCallum said...

ooh, love the precarious ending - what poetry makes people do, eh...

Kathleen Jones said...

beautiful - love the structure, each line like a precarious step ....

Claire Beynon said...

Hi Renee - love this extended moment, held in air like an frozen free-fall.