a journey of awareness
Guess Who She calls from the hills,“If only you could see thingsMy way, you’d love it up here.”She runs her hands over the logs.Perhaps it’s indiscreet to writeAbout this. Obsessively she chinks.She chinks. Lovingly her cabinGrows, and the one she wantsTo rescue from decay she knows.She calls from the hills,“if only you would come visit,You’d want to stay and work for me.”[Disposable Poem March 16, 2010]Dr. Mike
Guess Who
ReplyDeleteShe calls from the hills,
“If only you could see things
My way, you’d love it up here.”
She runs her hands over the logs.
Perhaps it’s indiscreet to write
About this. Obsessively she chinks.
She chinks. Lovingly her cabin
Grows, and the one she wants
To rescue from decay she knows.
She calls from the hills,
“if only you would come visit,
You’d want to stay and work for me.”
[Disposable Poem March 16, 2010]
Dr. Mike