Sunday, November 3, 2013

Infinite Thursdays





Thursdays seemed to be infinite 
When she'd kneel behind the door of her room
Listen to hit after hit, invisible and precise 
Intoxications impulse-rhythm 
Fists on face 
Until finally 
Trembly whisperings heralded the 
creation of the end of the day 
Sacrosanct peace  
Glowing with the sinking sun



1 comment:

  1. Wow - powerful poem Pearl...so few words and every one of them packs a punch...

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/11/because-i-am-acolyte.html

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