the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Tuesday 22 November 2011

Denny E. Marshall - One Poem


The white sheets
          of paper
Are covers
The black ink
The words
          soak threw
Why should I
Tell you anyway
I guess it is
the fact
I can’t talk
The way I feel
Faults shift slightly
Pens lift anchors
My notes
Are the reflections
With someone
Standing on both
Writing diaries