Caryl Ramsdale


Imagism: A Passing Space - Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

A newborn in it’s nesting place—
Silently I watched from above
As it drew out leisurely to its full length
Like a cowboy stretching saddle cramped legs.
I dare not speak or sigh my sadness,
Considering sounds that might dispel the moment
Like a barking dog that’s been let loose.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2010



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