Margaret Ann Newcomb

Rookie - 0 Points (02/16/61 - / Whidby Island, WA)

Cinder Blocked - Poem by Margaret Ann Newcomb

Waiting for a flood of words
weighted by my heart
my brain feels like a cinder block
twisting in a spiders web

like a racehorse in the stable,
a bird with tethered feet,
a flower in the desert
no one will ever see

I know I must remove the webs
and a cinder block has no hands.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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