Casting

Cast me in amongst
The weary weeds,
A careless thrown stick
From the bridges
Of yesterday
Long left to decay.

Let me touch again
The vain reflection
Of a life rippled,
Stippled end remains
Of lost leaves

And know from such
Beginnings I have
No fear of endings
Let pools of consciousness
Be my friend
I fear only drowning
In turgid seas

Cast me a line
As I disappear
For none shall dim
My smile
I shall while away
My curves,
A surpentine descent.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-11 at 13:31

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