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Broken Ankles

March 8, 2011

Broken ankles

Like a basketball player

Too slow to know

Exactly where the other is headed

Down hill

Saying a hurried prayer

Needing a place to go

Soul disquieted

All this jostling threatens to kill

A thrown together dream

From which I’m awakened

And I really am naked

Blushing to tears

Scratching paper in reams

These thoughts from my mind are taken

Slowly stolen

Slowly into fears


From → Poetry

  1. Angela permalink

    What a lovely piece.

  2. refreshing style..
    keep it up.

  3. I hope the fear is all that dies… cause I really want to hear the dream so poeticized. AAAND I really hate that that rhymes, but HA! I don’t get to write “that that” very often so now I HAVE to leave it!

  4. Love the flow! Great piece.

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