Saturday, August 23, 2008


Hanging our heads, toeing up clumps

of grass, anger crystallized on tongues

ready to strike, words fall, a shattering

of glass and there between us

a humming of resentment.

Let us roll up these salt crusted

sleeves, an offering of tender wrists

scented with a new morning, peace

in this family fray. An awakening

in that flat stretch of mind allowing

fresh communication.


June said...

"...salt crusted sleeves..." what a great visual.

paisley said...

oh how i wish we could just step away and try again..

but instead there remains,,

"between us a humming of resentment."

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Lovely visuals and metaphors for two trying to communicate.