Tuesday, August 26, 2008

 

Poetry Fusillade, pt 13: Bowed


The simple bow, in repose
String and wood together.

She is curved and
Pulls him taut,
Awaiting the hand of God.

Comments:
This is the one I like best, but no one else seems to get any meaning out of it. That's the way it goes with some of my legal writing, too.
 
I like it
 
I thought it was about a violin or some kind of stringed instrument.

But then, I would think that.
 
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