Gethsemane Poem by linda jenkinson
Gethsemane
Rating: ★2.8
Gone shouted echoed back empty
Here and there are voices contained.
Murmured gethsemanes
Hump my lungs to having
My murmered miracles
Mute.
My happy explanations merge.
Crack a yolk
Together with some salt.
Talk about dark gardens that
I cannot matter minutely.
Uncrack
As soon as we are able
And stable.
As old as some Gethsemane
Monday, February 11, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: gardens,voices
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