daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
January 7, 2010
#281 hands of time
i look at my hands
they've changed
softer and older
when did i last look?
really look.
their maps of lines
is foreign to me.
i need to stop
to pause and look
more often
days disappear like daylight
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment