Moving (Iv) Poem by Jacqui Thewless
Moving (Iv)
With each extra year,
the heel-treads sink
deeper in sand, in mud:
weight, unimaginable
as my self. I open
poetry books as slim as every one of them is.
Spiritual
whale, swallowed whole,
inverted Jonah, I
read only a single poem's five
brief lines and slip,
naked as the familiar sea,
into me.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
9/25/2024 6:46:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
