hidden in this wood
the only secret we've shared
a long-held sisterhood
my hand dances as I illustrate
the issues in our midst
being careful not to point
being sure of what I joint
ligaments, proposed angles
all these are here, don't you see
we've lived from within
figurative dwelling can be anywhere
our straw-bone shapes;
can't we do it well?
Reminds me of an old joke:
ReplyDeleteHow do you gag an Italian? Handcuffs!
I like this a lot!
ReplyDeleteWell done! I love "figurative dwelling can be anywhere our straw-bone shapes"...very cool.
ReplyDeleteThis poem strikes me as mystical!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea and illusion of lines and angles being used as connections to likehearted souls~
ReplyDeleteLovelly stuff!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Love the strangeness of this poem.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes, Eileen