POEM: Hicku (A Hickey Haiku)
as kisses go this one comes
close to violence -
this bruised purple fruit.
close to violence -
this bruised purple fruit.
posted by M C Biegner at 9:57 PM
Monday, February 16, 2009
About Me
- Name: M C Biegner
- Location: Easthampton, MA, United States
I am made of multitudes. I am all things. I have hope and fear and neither of these things define me. But both are how i live. I am interested in pointing to skybound things. Nothing ever really ends. Nothing ever really begins. I am growing at an ever so slow rate, like a glacier to my final destiny. I pray for enlightenment, but do not work very hard at it. Like compost, i believe enlightenment comes to us all, by mere longevity. i cherish silence more than anything. i have come to terms with the loneliness that is living.
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