Shekinah Glory


Last Night’s Poetry
November 19, 2010, 2:20 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

The older we get
the more unnecessary
it is for us to lie,
to act surprised
childlike in response
to what must seem
quite transparent.
We are like autumn’s
last yellow leaves
clinging fast in denial
in absurd Eden dress.

Advertisements

Leave a Comment so far
Leave a comment



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s



%d bloggers like this: