[A pray of sorts from L.E. Leone. Which sort? Maybe my sort. I like it—hope you do too!]
WRITER’S PRAYER
The poem I will hear
tomorrow is already losing
thread, turning
into fear. Tonight:
who leads who, voice
into attics, out
windows, through frames
into paintings where flower
petals equal golf balls
It’s raining outside
leaking in. Take me
L.E. Leone
© 2011
The poem I will hear
ReplyDeletetomorrow is already losing
thread, turning
into fear.
To me this is such a great expression of the doubt that gnaws away at creativity.
Hi HKatz: That's a good reading I think--it is a passage that really caught my attention. Thanks!
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