[net.poems] poetry at the sink, whatdaya think?

agi@pucc-h (bigger) (12/06/84)

	Sink


	It's funny, thinking about
	drowning with your arms
	elbow deep in dishwater;
		eddies and swirls,
		water lapping,
		foam dripping
	from another clean plate.

	Pots and pans bump
	with the muffled sounds of motor boats
		and trawlers,
	tugging on moorings
		and nudging the peer
	with the rise and fall of the waves.

	I close my eyes with a cup to my ear
	and the surf seems to roar and
	call.

	Seems I've daydreamed and
	let the water 
		run too long
	and I'm forever splashing the front of my shirt
		and dripping on my shoes
	always aware of the leaky drain,
	always aware of the undertow.

	With the fog of steam that rises 
	from the dirty water,
	comes a warm 
		itch to my nose
	that I scratch with a dripping hand.
	I get water in my eye,
		a soapy, salty sting,
	and I wonder
		if I'm in over my head

	and my lungs burn for a fresh breath of air.




Scott Bigger
{allegra, decvax, ucbvax, tektronix}!pur-ee!pucc-h.gml
And, as always, comments are most appreciated

ps7@sdcc11.UUCP (ps7) (12/12/84)

INDEPENDENCE OF HEART



Finding my way back
took the longest part of my life.
took my spirit, stole my soul.

I had searched for the reasons
and produced only dreams.
I had hunted down emotions--
but was fed only the logic of marriage.

but somewhere I found it,
the independence of my heart--
it was free to give to who
it wanted, instead of to who
demanded.
:wq
.
wq
.



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derek@uwvax.UUCP (Derek Zahn) (12/14/84)

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> it was free to give to who
> it wanted, instead of to who
> demanded.
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-- 
Derek Zahn @ wisconsin
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