Sunday, January 13, 2013

Gray



Gray
By
Lisa A.Williams

Dark day
still morning,
not even the disturbance
of breeze to blow through
the bareness.
What gifts do you have
to offer
with no visible beauty
beneath the gray?
A sleepy kind of nostalgia
calling me inward
where poems
                                                                       wait to be born.
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3 comments:

  1. Jennifer WagnerJanuary 13, 2013 at 2:26 PM

    Ooh nice flow to this Lisa...'calling me inward'...yes, know that well.

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  2. UnknownJanuary 14, 2013 at 1:20 PM

    And therein lies the gift. Nicely done.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/01/13/feckless/

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  3. janetldJanuary 15, 2013 at 9:45 PM

    Yes, the gray; a lot of that in the sky right now. A v. relatable poem.

    What gifts do you have
    to offer
    with no visible beauty
    beneath the gray?

    I'm glad there is that gift! .... jld

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