Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Welcoming Party



by Joshua Trotter







Is this what I've been traveling toward

dodging rocks and reefs at funereal speed?

I see no dish of milk, no welcoming lips

just this beach—palms outstretched—and the abyss

of all I've missed, winking from every bead

on every rain-whetted, wind-brandished blade.










3 comments:

  1. Dear Distracted,
    Divine, as always. . .

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  2. I feel the disappointment...great poem!

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  3. droplets of sadness...smiles....

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)