Gestation
Art waits
inside my brain.
Forming sinewy
limbs and words
twisting forth and kicking
beating with the same heart
as my own
Waiting to emerge.
Stacy Alexander
2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Poem for a poem
A poem rushed
through my body
blood though vein
hale and hearty
deep. red. irreverent.
Now it rests
in my bones
sand on desert
dry and brittle
soft. gray. white.
Stacy Alexander
2009
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