working draft ... the morning's text
The Morning’s Text
Dust will only be dust. That’s all.
The silence will be like any other.
My words, letter by letter, break open,
vanish into the weathers –
the knocking of bamboo reeds
hanging from rafters at the back of my house.
3 comments:
I like this! just as it is
(I like the chime of "letter" and "weathers")
I like your other sea poem, too. (Do you really need "edge of the air" in the end?)
Nice work. You're on a roll.
Oops, I mean, "edge of sky" -- I like the final tide image a lot, and think it can stand on its own, closing the poem.
Thanks Helen.
Lorna, I like your idea of a change with the sea poem's ending. Makes perfect sense to close with the image that's the heart of the poem, instead of taking the eye and mind away. Thanks.
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