Wednesday, June 29, 2011

growing old

we are pressed 
by time,

a wildflower 
in a heavy tome,

tamed by our desire
to be preserved.

1 comment:

Your ardent fan, Annah, said...

Last comment, i promise! Please CALL me so i can tell you how "growing old" can be contended and vanquished with "It is written..." and tameness melts in the inferno of consummation devoutly to be wished! But dearest to me is the beauty of your wildflower pressed by time in her heavy tome(b)! I can feel it. Research and write more about this for me will you?