.
dependent
entirely dependent
sloshing from unconcentrated movement
everything originating from your hands
your clumsy hands
your silly clumsy hands
you leave me shaken
still wavering at lifes glass brim
smeared with oily finger prints
leaving their mark
but yours wont wipe clean
and you spill me onto the marbled floor
breaking the smooth rhythm
disrupting the cold surface
leaving a forever echo
as you calmly walk away
undisturbed
entirely independent
independent
.
3 comments:
I have to tell you, I not only like your writing, I like HOW you do it. I like the font and color changes. I like the spacing. Each poem has a completely different FEEL. I really enjoy it!
I agree, sometimes I like just looking at them!!
I'm crying here!!!
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