Free verse № 136748
Flow
Nights she dreams the bedroom,
farmhouse, cornrows plowed straight, come
unmoored. This is too good,
she thinks, this straightness, this hard
earth of certitude, love. There will be flood,
flux, sinkage, some nadir. There will be
earth-pull, that waiting ocean, Memory.
15 comments
nice word choices
I've got a problem with 'she dreams'/'she thinks'.
Also I didn't mean to just pull out 'this is'. If you pull out a word from a good poem, the whole thing changes.
Anyway I should think about what I'm trying to say before I say it. I'm sure later I'll feel stupid about something I said in this comment too. Somedays I just don't express myself very well.
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