Monday, January 26, 2009


Sometimes there are no words
and too many words.
No feelings
and too many feelings.
Swept and buffeted, helpless in a storm
that comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere
on the hollow wind which holds, which holds that soul
wounded and tangled in debris.
Bird feather, driftwood.
Broken glass.


Kyla said...

Writing more blues songs? Fun!

Karen Elmquist said...

Pffftthhhthhh!!!! HAHA! Thank goodness it's almost February, which is so much more cheerful!

Kyla said...

Shall I come over and tell you of my adventures in the Bahamas last weekend?