Monday, July 9, 2012

Pen and I




…and so we dance
On some days bold and sure-footed
On others
Trembling; uncertain

We trace the landscape
Of time and experience
Or inexperience
Always searching
For what lies
Behind those eyes
Beneath the smile
The skin
Sun-warmed 
The earth

Knowing in the end
Our dance will be
A configuration of curves and lines
To spell a poem

© Janet Martin

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