The silence of bedtime, the whisper
of ropes on a midnight jetty.
In the hall, a sock, or a doll with one leg;
couplets of backwash ticking against the hull.
These are the missing moments in our lives:
pure, unblemished.
February 16, 2009...6:47 pm
Doll
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February 16, 2009 at 8:01 pm
Evocative, powerful imagery. I think it’s really good.
February 16, 2009 at 8:35 pm
Cheers Lawrence!
February 17, 2009 at 5:57 am
just beautiful and so true
February 17, 2009 at 10:20 am
That poem makes my heart ache for real.
February 17, 2009 at 10:29 am
That is very gentle and precise. Beautiful.