Friday, January 2, 2009

come inside

because today is a place
not a time, and

laughing is how we live

there are coils of arms
waiting for us to climb
inside

but too often we
live in skin, muscle, fat
a place of pulling

pain and pushing
we're not landing
on our feet

because we rely only on them

6 comments:

Misty said...

but some of us, too often
live in skin, muscle, fat
a place of pulling

pain and pushing
and we're not landing
on our feet


Holly, this poem is a nice write.
This world we live in is a hard
world to live in and some days it is hard to get on our feet we live too much inside our soul never letting the sun out..
Misty

Jo said...

I love the image of the coiled arms, Holly.

Beryl Singleton Bissell said...

Like Jo, I'm fascinated with the idea of coiled arms. Inviting yet a bit frightening that coiling. Perhaps that's why we climb back into our skin.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I really like the third line, seems like a good philosophy to me!

floreta said...

i like your music selection here!

because today is a place/not a time.. i like that. :)

utopianfragments said...

i will join floerta on that one. today is a place no time. so much in this few words.
well written.