On the Nature of Understanding
Say you hoped to
wild and stayed
calm and inched up
day by day. Or even
not tame it but
meet it half way.
Things went along.
You made progress,
it would be a
in your hair and
nails. So it's
strange when it
attacks: you thought
you had a deal.
Kay Ryan, from Erratic Facts
This sounds like my life.ReplyDelete
Beautiful, beautiful picture.
That's just how it is, isn't it?ReplyDelete
And my god, what a beautiful photo of beautiful Sophie.
I hate it when I think we had a deal...ReplyDelete
Thanks for this.
Wow. That's a killer piece of poetry.ReplyDelete
Oh. Some days I can't bear to be reminded of this. This must be one of them. xoReplyDelete
yes. how many times must we experience this? expertly described - that kick in the gut.ReplyDelete
A perfect poem and a kiss to Sophie.ReplyDelete
Haunting poem. But what a cosy nest you have made for Sophie.ReplyDelete
Get out of my head Elizabeth.ReplyDelete