My heart is an able sponge, with
A rooftop mind that gently seeps
Until the world finds its way
Into my flooded heart
I shall build the throne again and repeat
And you shall wring it dry each time
With gentle, cautious hands
My desire is strong
May the world be the distant
And my heart a place worth dwelling
-j.g.smith (11/07/07)
1 comment:
I like this, too. Especially the line "a rooftop mind" . . . that's great! You could cut down on the number of images you're calling up in such a short poem, but I really REALLY like that rooftop idea.
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