POEM

by M.A. Walker


JAN/FEB 2007 #2

 

My mind is a sieve
filled with many small holes
and beneath it sits a huge bowl
where all my lost thoughts lay
waiting to be retrieved.

 

*******


GO TO THE WRITTEN WORD / GO TO #2 - JAN/FEB 2007

/ home / about / authors / contact / submissions / copyrights / privacy / site credits / terms and conditions /