Friday, May 4, 2012

Living under water.





Blood hides 
among parts
behind parts
threatening to
 spill out 
at any moment
from encountering a tiny
 rose thorn.

A small trickle of the Colorado
gouged  mountains
and etched new planes.

The universe floats on the waters we spill.

4 comments:

  1. I like the poem, but I got a message that the video was not available!

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  2. And so it does -- painfully and resolutely.

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  3. Beautiful and true. Thank you, rosaria.

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