Friday 14 August 2009

The sea

Your fingers speak


like the sea on a winter afternoon.

My fingers –


the song of birds above.

1 comment:

  1. Kath Abela Wilson(http://picasaweb.google.com/poetsonsite)
    I love the form and imagery in this. The "fingers" of each person, and the sound that they embody- the upper portion of the poem being sea and the lower sky is unexpected and beautiful. And it suggest movements that fingers make, like waves, and wings. So much is here, and so delicately evocative.

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