Monday, April 9, 2012

A Poetic Image and Words

She's Seen

If I could capture your thoughts
Your eyes would
Take up your face &
Your mouth would 
Fall off the page
Creating a sound new to ears

 Your mouth to match your sight
Pound on the nail heads that close your coffin door
Only you know the
Rich soil that nurtures fruit
 If planted
  Your mouth to match your eyes