Sunday, May 14, 2006

Broken

Strong the truth
is hard to weigh
when lost at sea
and never found;
barren reach of all the shores
and drowning when
the moon is hard to break

3 comments:

J C said...

Hey!

Colonize my spirit, will you?

Nice work hear moanez, keep your ear to the ground and listen for the rumbles that you know as the train of creation, chugging to a city near you.

Inspiration and beauty abounding!

This poetry is emotively geographical.

cara said...

Contemplative words that paint this beautiful and desolate seascape of emotion.

_Q_ said...

dig it