Monday, July 9, 2012

Pen and I

…and so we dance
On some days bold and sure-footed
On others
Trembling; uncertain

We trace the landscape
Of time and experience
Or inexperience
Always searching
For what lies
Behind those eyes
Beneath the smile
The skin
The earth

Knowing in the end
Our dance will be
A configuration of curves and lines
To spell a poem

© Janet Martin

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