Comment on ripples on a blank shore (#15) by chromeantennae
Wow, I love how you end this poem of love and longing:
suspended in the contingency
of the unknown,
i hope your wrung hands
red with distortion
& blue with disappearance,
make your way back
to the greying soles of my feet,
I love the texture and imagery you use here.
suspended in the contingency
of the unknown,
i hope your wrung hands
red with distortion
& blue with disappearance,
make your way back
to the greying soles of my feet,
I love the texture and imagery you use here.
Thank you so very much. I'm quite proud of that stanza, myself. 