by Cassandra Leigh
, i imagine, is like a big black bowl
into which we are poured at birth
and spend the rest of our lives trying to
climb out of.
tired of sliding back down the sides we're
searching for meaning in
random patterns of
letters we whisper
into the night hoping
someone else will catch them and
use them as feathers and twigs in a
bird's nest that's the
closest thing any of us will ever find
to call home in
this boundless place,
Posted on 02/23/2012
Copyright © 2021 Cassandra Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/23/12 at 01:02 PM|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/23/12 at 01:06 PM|
Very well done lady.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/23/12 at 02:44 PM|
I don't think I've ever read a poem that starts with a comma. Heh. Well expressed!
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/25/12 at 10:03 PM|
the image of us contantly, unsuccessfully sliding back down the side of the bowl is an incredible depiction of life, love it!
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/26/12 at 11:24 PM|
|Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 03/08/12 at 08:05 PM|
beautiful word choices & breaks
|Posted by Jolie Jordan on 01/22/15 at 10:25 AM|
i like this quite a bit. congrats on your potd.