Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Darkroom
Darkroom
I am feeling around
in a darkened room
trying to find
something sound
in my writing, art, life.
Sometimes a light
flashbulb brief and bright
illuminates the scene
but blinds the sight.
Did I catch a glimpse
of something real?
and did you see it?
and what does it mean?
and can it be right?
~ Ralph Murre
Labels:
fun with digits,
poetry
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