Thursday, November 07, 2013

shorter poems — untitled & unsorted


shorter poems — untitled & unsorted

when i finish
writing you this poem
i will turn it round my finger
and slide it into a bottle
of brown glass
then seal the top
with cork and wax
the way my mother taught me

tomorrow i will throw it into the sea
to drift away across
the idle miles between us
that measure
the length of love

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4 comments:

  1. ... makes me ponder the journey and eventual destination of that bottle and note.

    ~Manfred

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  2. I'm wondering the same thing Manfred said. Will the bottle have a return address?

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    1. Now, you've made me think of that Elvis Presley song, "Return To Sender" ...

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