#434. lost

November 17, 2010

your rules
are the breadcrumbs
obsession is the hungry bird
who turns love into a dark dense woods
turn loose
the hunter from your
natural heart light the lamps
before you leave your warm safe house
your rules

6 Responses to “#434. lost”

  1. Evelyn said

    Wow.
    These images are amazing…
    “Turn loose
    the hunter from your
    natural heart”
    Beautiful.

  2. slpmartin said

    What an interesting set of metaphors in this poem…a somewhat conflicting image of the person for me…enjoyed it.

  3. Something about this one. I am obsessed with it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: