Last week I made a new friend. Her name is Carmen Cummings and she writes beautiful poetry. She has the wisdom of an old soul and the fear of a child on a bicycle. Please tell her how amazing she is by commenting below so i can pass it on in the hopes that more of her beautiful words can see the light of day. We all need some affirmation every now and then. Thanks :) Rach SUBSUMED this time is such that to drive through dry open country at night and see the solid block of a multi-level building loom and turn from shade to stacked limestone in the headlights – surrounded by precisely nothing – seems only natural you are, gradually, going and it seems only right that the moon sets at night and everywhere strange tides heave forth their wet bodies, disturbing skiffs on their shore-bound moorings sleeping bathers with books blown open crabs complacent in their tunnels and husbands, even those unknowing, in waterbeds towards that sea a trickle was set flowing, perhaps it was a single subsumed tear but now, night-driving with the window down, the dry beating wind bears the sound of it I gather speed and now there is no slowing this knowledge is as concrete as the structure that rushes at me, top-floor shutters open and bearing a single pair of eyes they flash in the headlights then fade precisely back into the nothing from whence they came
Posted on: Sun, 08 Sep 2013 02:34:15 +0000
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