Monday, February 05, 2007

Brine

The air is like brine
and limbs lie limp
heavy
in a sea of grief.

2 comments:

St. Elizabeth of Cayce said...

Very moving imagery.

I assume it is original to you?

Gashwin said...

Thanks. Yes it is. It just kinda burbled around my head then popped out. I don't normally compose poems.

Things aren't normal though, I guess.