Wednesday, March 9, 2011

AS I DRY IT DOWN...

I shed it every night
During the day it piles up again
By evening it's full to the neck,
Sometimes it hurts as I can feel the throb
By night its brimful
And then it starts overflowing
Some times through the eyes,
Some times through the nib
It overflows, nevertheless...

6 comments:

  1. I like the namelessness of the 'it'

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  2. 'it is nameless'... isn't 'it'?????

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  3. love the last four lines.......beautiful!!

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  4. And with every shedding and every piling...something comes alive....

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