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Some Days
by Dan Garcia-BlackSome days the poetry
Within the world around me,
Is hidden by a thick armor
My eyes cannot pierce.
Some days I can see through
The surface and into the
Living soul of all things;
The leaf, the rock, the people.
On those days I look at the woman beside me
I see through her flesh, her bones
And I see etched upon her heart
Another mans name.
Those are the days when I write about
How the world pierces me.
08/29/2004 Posted on 08/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 Dan Garcia-Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/05/05 at 05:51 AM Dan, was going through Kingfisher's favorites list and this title invited me to read what you'd read. The emotion expressed here is what I've often felt. Bravo!!!
~Chelle~ |
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