Sunday, February 27, 2011

Small Pieces

Small pieces not necessarily related....


Never shall there be another He and I --
whoever left first was luckier than the One
who now lingers in corners;
                           and could I follow
He who remains
uncharted, absent, or infinite -- I would be uncertain
of where We go, or whose shape leads.


We loved, our lips
cold but for
the warmth of a stone unmoved.


His breath rose in the morning and I called it
glass, soon to break; broken, soon swept,
tossed as slivers to stones.


Tim Shey said...


I wrote a poem for a friend of mine. Her name is Arnica. I posted it on my blog. It is at the lower right hand corner under the heading "One Man's Life". I just wanted you to take a look at it. I hope you like it. The title is "To Arnica".

becca said...

this is very sad and heartbreaking and yet so beautiful