Words in my head

[ the saints and all the martyrs
look down on dying converts
what makes the water holy she says
is that it's the closest thing to rain ]

–”Wings” by Josh Ritter

 Your absence has gone through me, like thread through the eye of a needle.  Everything I do is stitched with its color

(i cant remember, from poetry plaque on bus)

I believe in myself slowly, It takes all the doubt I’ve got.  It takes my wonder.

(also from poetry plaque on bus)

Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song, in my own breathe.

(also from poetry plaques)

Yay for smart public transportation and a long trip to work.

I need to go look up poetry.  There’s one I’ve been meaning to research, an ancient Persian poet, Hafiz?(something like that, i can’t recall offhand)

~ by dolcearia on November 28, 2007.