SHIVER Poem by Roland Jooris

SHIVER



The poem is not lonely.
It is self-willed. Sometimes I hear it
on the blunt water in the evening
like a sail in its turning white, a
light shiver we can't use words
in, though they shift within ourselves.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,poem,sometimes,water
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