February 6, 2008

Soul

Posted in Poem tagged , , , , at 4:25 pm by travisritch

Round and round
a twirling top
a whirling wind
a dripping drop

Fanning flames
a blowing breeze
a finch’s flight
a starting stop

As faint a whisper on the wind
a gentle brush across the skin

Perhaps noticed, perhaps not
either way… as soon forgot