under one tree
both hands holding
four pairs of feet-
flat leather on the ground
bone bent pieces
of chiseled stone
somehow- some balance found.
both hands holding
four pairs of feet-
flat leather on the ground
bone bent pieces
of chiseled stone
somehow- some balance found.
I love the cadence
4-4-6 and each word placement
A new thing is born.
Love it.
The syllabics that Coleman pointed out really help lift the poem. The last verse is rather mind-blowing. You keep chiseling out great poem fragments.
Tight.