⋅ 30 August 2011

Stroke

A single drop of rain
falls blindly then
becomes the whole pond; an inkling

lost, unable to find
its own edges.
Abandoned within a newly

fierce and painful turmoil
of threaded hope -
knowing full well despair will be

a more brutal challenge
than reaching out
to attempt this thing known as “swim”.



Copyright 2011 Kimberly Hillard
8/29/2011

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  • Cool elementa effect, K. I get the distinct feeling of something careening out of control : 030 Aug 2011 by

  • still an excellent poem on the 4th 7 5th readings. Overcome the obstacles in the daily path. Learn to swim or drown. A poet friend...RH Peat 2 Sep 2011 by

  • Thank you Chaos and Ron! 4 Sep 2011 by

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