Tuesday, February 26, 2008

So where do I fit in

So where do I fit in

Strangely shaped, a picture yet unformed,
goings out and comings in unmapped
days unnumbered except the lost
dimming in the fragrance of learning.
The building blocks of moments
touch and fleet
as love swirls strange patterns
in splintered lives
and wounded dreams.
Tears before bedtime, shoulders for hugging,
fragmented love with no sign of repair,
the jigsaw of emotions
are a hard lesson to learn.

1 comment:

Cami said...

Yep, another one of your sonnets that I chew on line by line, as it sinks into my own personal experiences...thank you, Keith.