12-01-2012, 08:58 AM
Pine it was, soft wood harried hard
by phantom kicks to bruised imaginings
unhungry eater of slaughtered dreams
it smouldered slowly
inside out, like the making of a Koori canoe
Closed, it became a paddle.
The river has one end
and one beginning.
Title from Todd's thread in Poetry Practise.
by phantom kicks to bruised imaginings
unhungry eater of slaughtered dreams
it smouldered slowly
inside out, like the making of a Koori canoe
Closed, it became a paddle.
The river has one end
and one beginning.
Title from Todd's thread in Poetry Practise.
It could be worse