THE HAWK RADIO 12:11pm
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
one time, only once
a long long time ago
I had a Shower of Silver Lights
like no excrement I know
It, The Shower, came
from The Bowels of Me
— or was It from My Head
as I was meant to see?
one time, only once
a long long time ago
I had a Shower of Silver Lights
like no excrement I know
It, The Shower, came
from The Bowels of Me
— or was It from My Head
as I was meant to see?
I don’t think we have any up or down, in or out – so, bowels or head, it is all irrelevant. It just keeps going round and round…
Another thought provoking poem Joanna, I just love your blog!
Thanks Jackie, but I think we need direction. We can’t keep living with circling irrelevance.