This I wrote after leaving a Leafs game:
We pulsate forward
moving around him
as waves break against
a rocky shore
separating briefly
only to rejoin once past
the interrupter of our flow
averting our eyes from
the failure of our
society
pretending we have missed
the long, unkempt hair
the outstretched hands
the eyes that tell
of more misery and woe
than one life should hold
as waves
we roll on
cresting
foaming
but never stopping
- never ebbing
our relentless and guiltless flow
Copyright © Catherine Young, 2007.
I always tell my students they shouldn't be afraid to share their writing.....so I decided to stop being a hypocrite. Here is my poetry...
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