Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

bring a flashlight

How far down
do you go
before you find
the bottom of your soul?

How deep is it,
how wide?

And why is there no light down here?

(D. James)

8 May 2008 - Posted by D. James | art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing | , , , | 2 Comments

2 Comments »

  1. As a novice poet I admit your short clear lines packed with meaning and imagery. My poems are still rather plodding.

    Comment by Poetmouse | 8 May 2008

  2. nice. and there is light, but you have to open your eyes to see it.

    ;)

    Comment by mellow-D | 16 May 2008

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