Monday, January 26, 2009

Sometimes...

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.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

Writing more blues songs? Fun!

Karen Elmquist said...

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

Unknown said...

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