Dark Fields Poem by Joan Woodbridge

Dark Fields

Rating: 3.8


labyrinthine confusion
intuition runs about three days ahead of feeling
and for us
there is little love to gentle the edges of this land

but
I am seeding these dark fields
and in time they will yield
and I too will yield

but
I will never forgive
that
awkwardilltimedheadupyourass lecture
downward delivered
upon my outraged silence

I've been walking around these days without my skin

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Anil Kumar Panda 28 August 2014

beautiful poetry.liked it.

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