[…]
There were only numb mind tones,
thoughts clenched like little fists,
And syllables struggling to release their sense to my imagination.
I tried to get out of myself
But it was like emerging into a maze
[…]
~John Koethe, from “Partial Clearance,” North Point North: New and Selected Poems
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I felt like that at times too!
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Yes, it has been a long day.
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Powerful photo and words! Happy Friday to us all 🙂
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Wow. I get that.
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Were we in the same orbit yesterday? Walking into a maze – yes.
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and sometimes that’s all there is.
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Reblogged this on Bridgit's Fire.
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Sometimes those little fists pummel.
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The fists, that’s it, in this poem is what grabbed me too…
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