Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Touching Bottom - Poem by Anthony Weir

In the silence of eventless
solitary days lurks wisdom
somewhere. I am waiting in the muddle
of waiting for wisdom
for illumination like a turnip-lantern
for the ghost of an answer
to the unanswerable riddle
Waiting for my lover
dark enfolding infinitely-gentle
Brother Death
The great cuddler
The great cuddle
At the last breath.

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  • (5/6/2006 5:10:00 AM)


    deep and very well-written piece, , , i enjoyed this one alot! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 6, 2006



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