Holding the song

Posted by Jennifer on Mar 16, 2008 in CONSCIOUSNESS, Jennifer, LIFE, POETRY, Self-Discovery | 0 comments

gold grass
around the pool

breath’s flute fills

& empties

It makes me weep
to feel how much holding.
(draw your mouth to my ear)

What do I wait for, Love?
One chord, one tone.

One song,

mine alone.

from the CD of poems,
Holding the Song, wiredonwords