Shannon Walker Poems
- Separation Anxiety I find the distance awful, But it's not ...
- She Slides Like Dew When It Cr...
- A Blackened Mind -new- The way algae floats Across a blackened ...
- Twilight Time Beat your fevered wings blackbird, Ravin, not...
- On Cracking Open A Walnut Shel... I searched for truth with all...
- The Law Of Diminishing Returns...
- In The Garden Of Love The Bumblebee said to the flower, ...
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I find the distance awful,
But it's not the loneliness
That makes me weep like a fool,
Nor is it the empty press
Of slender emotions, expressionless,
Drifting ghostlike over an ice flow,
Whispering softly-tepid. No... less, much less.
I hear them in my ear, terrifying and cold,
Rising off the hard water.
Murmers, whimpering, and how my eyes burn
In the blowing snow,
And water at their lack of even hollow
Piety, as if deceit could return
To me what you give,
A desire amor, to even live.
Loneliness is for fools,
And Earth for the dead; ...