Posts Tagged ‘writing poems’

not winter not snow

not winter not snow
  

it isn’t winter. it isn’t snow. it isn’t visible.
no limbs broken in a turbulent storm.

 
 

      writing poems with beginnings, endings.
      no middle feet.
       
       
      meanings like waves, then gone.

 
 
smaller than a morsel of salt.
dissolved in a sea of words.
 
and drink.

 
 
neil reid © june 2013
  
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