Cataracts
This poem is again from the WoPoWriMo meet-up and is one I sort of like – again this is a raw poem so feed back is appreciated and no doubt needed 🙂
The sounding cataract
Loomed bright
In milky light
Dragging the soul down
Until the memory
That was the song
Entered the lips
And breathed a new vision of self
Upon the brain
A life of images
A life of pictures
Now there will be time
To appreciate and explore
Posted: Wednesday, February 10th, 2010 @ 11:38 am
Categories: WoPoWriMo.
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