Thursday, July 8, 2010

A Tangled Poetic Matter

On a bluff over the sea,

Under a low-lying wind-swept
Canopy of pines, a bed

Of matted needles where
The high-strung strident

Body composes itself
By lying silent.

2 comments:

  1. The moment--instantly familiar; perfectly poetically portrayed. Thanks Vassilis.

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  2. Nice to know someone else was there thoughtful enough to tell me so!

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