Sunday, November 15, 2009

Another Poem

Apparently a class discussion on Toomer's "Cane" was not enough to sustain my attention. (Disclaimer: I thoroughly enjoyed Toomer's novella). And so my mind turned again to my own poetry.

Will her cement shoes melt into the soil of the earth?
Will the shattered glass house of thrown stones bleed her bones?
Will her sustenance be synthesized?
Sidewalks crack with the wilting weeds and the whispering words
of a world once known...
calling, calling, calling her home.

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