tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post4045410652648975625..comments2024-03-06T13:33:02.824-08:00Comments on poetry bites: Grapes on the vine. How are those grapes similar to published poems?Kit Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04680775609980451495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post-18533367846178685582012-10-22T13:28:12.992-07:002012-10-22T13:28:12.992-07:00steps (continued)
and walking off the sand she co...steps (continued)<br /><br />and walking off the sand she contemplated<br />the emptiness of one inch, one mile<br /><br />that is, the words themselves<br />as they might be applied<br /><br />to something resembling distance,<br />fortunes, and motion immeasureable<br /><br />Still it beckons doesn't it<br />that formless sky<br /><br />propelling her into a state<br />of undiminished joy<br /><br />followed by a cavern<br />echoing grief on every wall<br /><br />and in the middle a wave<br />translucent, reconfigured<br /><br />bouncing back to the<br />abandoned shoreSusan E. Gangelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089529481292723290noreply@blogger.com