Monday, April 4, 2011

In search of a name....

I left their company in search of spacious rooms, no more
wax flowers. Like chalk,
their voices scuffed the walls

while I searched for a slip of tongue
that would lead me to where you sank
through a darkened door, an empty desk, or dropped a pen

that I swear once signed a name -- one
I am folding in half as I write.


Bethany Elizabeth said...

I just wandered into this poetry blog, your writing is beautiful. :)

becca said...

loved all three poems today you are an amazing writer and i love to read your work. great job