Like Prayers Born Dead Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

Like Prayers Born Dead



Like prayers born dead, long shadows
Strew the floor and clutch at your feet,
But buoyant with paint you walk to and fro.
The room is garlanded with unseen eyes
That you must evade lest they touch you into sight
And send you, naked, into the moonlight.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: imagination
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
Close
Error Success