Saturday, February 25, 2012

the sky cries




i walked
i ran
i did not look back
i didn't want to
for fear
of asking for more

13 comments:

Linda Sue said...

I so love how you, your poems, hit me in the middle!
Yeah, want to look back do not...might ...want...more...
never mind! keep going, fly!

Linda Sue said...

oh, and is that a snow covered ...wrench???
I am half lit- just back form a wine soaked party...
That wrench looks sort of like a molar.

steven said...

ha linda sue . . . so awesome to come back home half-lit. that was on my schedule for last night also but . . . . i felt a pang of conscience and came home to . . . . everybody out!!! ha!!!! i have no idea what made this strange shape int he snow but maybe a small angel come to earth . . .steven

Valerianna said...

Fascinating snow-angel! The writing is like a snippet from some mythic journey - maybe the sirens are after you here?

R. Burnett Baker said...

Oh, Steven! This is one of my favorites! So much implied, remembered, experienced, feared, suggested, and left undone. Life is always left undone.....

Love this!

Rick

aguja said...

Heartrending. Your words tear at the soul in their desperation and desolation. Such simple words evoking so much, Steven.

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R. Burnett Baker said...

You've inspired my latest!! Thanks!

Suz said...

funny, on first read I read that the narrator was fearful of being asked for more

Tabor said...

The photo reminds me of a fallen angel for some reason.

steven said...

valerianna - it was the size of a hand - tip of finger to little wrinkles on the wrist. the words came afte realizing that sometimes, some things happen or appear or simply are . . . because they are and to go for more or to try and squeeze more from them, is unreasonable. steven

steven said...

rick thankyou!!!! very much! undone life is real . . . steven

steven said...

suz wow that flips the piece inside out for me!!! steven

steven said...

tabor and that was my inclination at first also . . . steven