Thursday, December 10, 2009

Mirror Box

Freestanding phantom heart
The lost limb of my
Sensations of
and imperfection

I cower here
Beneath the bedclothes
In the hope that
you’ll return


Jenny said...

It is so great to have you back, Scrybe.

Poignant. With the wave-like structure that you are so good at creating.

Anonymous said...


The Scrybe said...

Hey there; a brief gasp for air, at the surface. Soon I'll be returning to the depths again.
Thanks for the comments :)

Cynthia said...

Quiet speaking with power. And
oh the final verse - speaks to
all of us who have loved.

Claudette Cohen said...

Terrific tension.