That bald eagle
flies this canyon every day
today I saw him
*
all day I try
to scrape it off my skin
that bad dream
*
long after you leave
the chairs remain hushed so to
better hear you sing
*
every story
I’ve ever had
the end
January 22, 2012 by Rosemerry
That bald eagle
flies this canyon every day
today I saw him
*
all day I try
to scrape it off my skin
that bad dream
*
long after you leave
the chairs remain hushed so to
better hear you sing
*
every story
I’ve ever had
the end
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged attention, bald eagle, dream, haiku, poem, singing, story, what lingers | 3 Comments
I especially liked those about the bad dream and the chairs. Very nice.
Great pic, well-crafted foam! The chairs make me the most comfortable. The last one is tough to read, with the Every, I’ve, and Ever so so close to each other.
Thank you for opening my eyes.