Aach...ye speak like a poet, but ye punch like one too...

PUNCH LIKE A POET

Saturday, September 10, 2005
  
Poem

Curious to see how people react to this one. The title and basic image came to me a year or so ago. I haven't been able to figure out what to do with them. Thought I'd try this.


MAN AFTER DROWNING

wakes up to sounding surf,
memory empty as a white beach.

He sees the sky, storm cleared,
broad as open arms. He'll discover

sand and bright water,
but just now all he knows is death,

blue as a tropical sky,
cut by raucous birds.

# posted by Daniel at 12:00 AM.