Sunday, March 07, 2010

the quiet
the absence of every other sound
save the persistent beating
of drums
the train track's occasional
trembling
the soul saying
yes

3 comments:

Daniel Huynh said...

you are a damn good poet

Tabitha said...

thanks Daniel - when do I get to read you?

Anonymous said...

slipping
into darkness
along the river's edge
into the in betweens
of consciousness and dreams
unable to seperate
unwilling to
like moths drawn to a flame