Thursday, January 19, 2012

Becoming

you are so old
with your head thrust forward
searching the ground

leeched of substance
like a porous bone
with sun shot through

becoming
absorbed by light

2 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

excellent short piece, and the ending is lovely lovely mate

5:54 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks. You never know what will trigger a poem do you? Just some little old person walking past one day ...

2:02 PM  

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