February 24, 2006

Friday Poetry Blogging

Smelling the Wind

by Audre Lorde

Rushing headlong
into new silence
your face
dips on my horizon
the name
of a cherished dream
riding my anchor
one sweet season
to cast off
on another voyage

No reckoning allowed
save the marvelous arithmetics
of distance

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2 comments:

Yankee T said...

beautiful. Have a great weekend!

Bitty said...

As all good poems should be, the ending is wonderfully ambiguous!