by Brynn Dizack
change is not a swift thing,
but a stagnant or slow-moving pond,
accompanied by the cracking of dry sticks
there are setbacks.
the child emerges without a face,
without a gender,
without a right foot.
there are remedies for these,
and reprecussions for those.
i have not yet begun to wait.
Posted on 12/16/2005
Copyright © 2022 Brynn Dizack
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/06/06 at 01:55 PM|
§ shalom forever §
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 11/30/06 at 08:31 PM|
there are setbacks. // i'm in love with this...
|Posted by Julie Adams on 10/23/09 at 01:56 PM|
this poem, tho calm, is explosive in content, the bones...it explodes the limits of the mind in so few lines...kudos, peace, ~jewels