10 November 2016

Poem-A-Day #255 : Tired


In the face
                    the tired

Along the eyes mostly

A sort of indescribable thereness


a lake to stare at

                    A sort of attempt at mirror

                    Imperfect in its temper

Can the water be tired

                    from its journey

                    from its pulse to the surface

Think about those rocks it leeched

The minerals that it described

                    A finger pressed

into rocky flesh until it gives

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