Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The illusion of movement

Every day I feel myself slipping away
just that much farther.

My wishes holding tight to pigeon legs
pretending they are eagles
confusing darkness with the shadows
of years yet to happen.

Stabbing my dreams with dull daggers
believing tears will make them real.


  1. this is poignant and lovely.
    it is a treat to check your blog and then find a new creation.
    keep writing.

  2. I like the imagery you used in this one.