Not one, not two, not three,
but four poems
writing themselves
simultaneously
a jumble in my mind
urging me down the highway
fighting to come into being,
wanting me home
so I could be here
on this machine
purging the clutter
so I could sleep
and dream
July 11, 2006 21:50
(Raymond A. Foss)
More Poetry from Raymond A. Foss:
- Hearing their whispers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Hearing the martyrs, the heroes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Awkward Seasons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Sow Peace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Live Peaceably (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Listening to their grief (Raymond A. Foss Poem)