© Broken Foot '06


Blue Silk


What if life were
a blue billowing silk-sheet

that you,
in the cool desert sunset,
could turn aside

and walk out of
like a tangling tent.

How small and how petty
ones life would seem
out there

in the cool evening air
where scorpions crawl
without claim.



Poetry by Broken Foot
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Written on 2006-07-05 at 19:54

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betsy
Interesting picture here, Broken foot!

But wouldn't WE be crawling out there without claim, too?
2006-12-22


Cris
Nice written!

I like the "tangling tent" *s*
I feel the calm in the house..
2006-08-17


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
wow how interestingly simple a bluesilk tent we could walk out of now and then when life gets hard
a wonderful image and such a rythmic flowing poem well done sir in my favs rgds mike
2006-07-06


Kathy Lockhart
This is a beautifully vivid imaged filled poem. The wonderment and imagination is thought provoking. :) kathy
2006-07-06


Sandy Hiss
I liked the imagery you portrayed here of blue silk. Very pretty write.
2006-07-05