Time
Like the woodpecker
At the great oak tree
Pecks
Pecks
Pecks
Into my being
Until
I walk
wounded-
riddled with the hollows of its unrelenting passage.
Hauntingly Hollow- Inspired by Ayesha
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Time
Like the woodpecker
At the great oak tree
Pecks
Pecks
Pecks
Into my being
Until
I walk
wounded-
riddled with the hollows of its unrelenting passage.
4 comments:
i'm seeing so many woodchucks nowadays
beautiful creatures
aw khadija i get this poem so much. esp when i say ayesha's status- youth is wasted on the young
beautifully written
nooj, What is life but time pooled together on the strength of a soul. I'm wasteful :(- :)
parasputin, high praise from the master himself, I'm chuffed. :)))
why Khadija, it is your praise which is generous.
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