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moving poem 3
by Kathleen Wilsonwe had to tear up the floor
after it was done
blood-red grout
between sunshine yellow
we could not look at our future
showering upon us that way
we searched in marble
found fossils a past
we could walk on that felt
good under toe
solid granite
pink champagne
our eyes caught forever
in the mysterious bubbly map
the inner life of stone
and laid deep red squares
behind clear glass by skylight
now long strands of pathos
climb with us naked
hot under the waterfall
10/14/2009 Author's Note: three months seems long for a three day task but this happens sometimes
Posted on 10/15/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/15/09 at 03:26 PM My favorite of the "moving" series so far. That first line rips it all away, and the descriptions of the different stones are so vivid. I would love to see a watercolor of yours showing those last 4 lines. Thank you. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 10/16/09 at 07:05 AM blood-red grout
between sunshine yellow
we could not look at our future
showering upon us that way ......stunning colors throughout, such passion, makes me want to remodel my kitchen all over again! MEOW! PK |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/20/09 at 03:56 AM The images are superb and the words sublimate upon the eyes of the reader. Superb again Kathleen! |
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