Poem 29
This is the poem
that can't be
heard.
It will never be
spoken,
only sung in the body
like a frayed wire,
scutched and twisted,
humming toward
ungrounded
assumptions.
© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved.
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Showing posts with label poem in your pocket. Show all posts
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Poem In My Pocket
This is the poem
that can't be
heard.
It will never be
spoken,
only sung in the body
like a frayed wire,
scutched and twisted,
humming toward
ungrounded
assumptions.
© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved.
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