Monday, August 22, 2011

Restless

Trapped.
Quiet roar
Of thick rain
Steaming up
From brittle
Baked stems
And dry
Cracked earth
Suffocating
Homebound
Hands
And
Feet


Ken Goree

1 comment:

  1. Your poem reminds me of a lion at the zoo, stuck behind the moat, frustrated because there is an interrupting idea teasing, taunting, and whispering to him that he should be running free.

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