Thursday, December 29, 2011

12.29.11, further musings

The drumbeat of small reminders
Is so often "the thing with feathers"
Choosing to alight on me
From across Emily Dickinson's sea
And the eclipsed gap between earth and Heaven.
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  1. MaggieDecember 30, 2011 at 2:30 PM

    Hi Kiersten,

    this poem is beautiful. I would love to read more of your work.

    Love from Ghana,

    Helen

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