Thursday, July 07, 2005

poetry submission

try to remember what this was supposed to be
-when I put myself here,
when I gave myself a reason
could it be that every day since was spent asking?
returning to that moment
a vague concept set forth with poor planning
given these hands and feet and mind
but held back from the meaning
the idea that triggered the event
a reason to begin and end
and to return to their cycle
given all but the eyes I need to put these hands to use
and day after day stands wasted