January 15, 2012 by Terri soft lashes drifting shut as languor over- takes my body like dye racing up a cotton sheath. the sheer silence penetrating my essence with crochet hooks pulling me deeper. Share this:ShareEmail
I like this line “dye racing up a cotton sheath” it’s visual and adds to this poem. Well done. January 16, 2012 at 11:26 am Log in to Reply
“the sheer silence penetrating my essence with crochet hooks pulling me deeper.” LOVE IT! January 16, 2012 at 4:49 pm Log in to Reply
I like this line “dye racing up a cotton
sheath” it’s visual and adds to this poem. Well done.
Very nice.
Thanks for sharing!
“the sheer silence
penetrating my essence with
crochet hooks pulling me
deeper.”
LOVE IT!
Enjoyed this a lot.
some divine meditation lines, well done.