Sunday, March 7, 2010

crash

          picking
through

            the
                     pieces

   scattered
                  on     the

       floor



        shattered
reason

           shimmering

                                   more

                 intriguing
                         than
           before
                          .

3 comments:

Woman in a Window said...

your sparse verse
your remaining quite removed
you
intrigue me

jonnia, i'm glad you write

xo
erin

gerry boyd said...

Nice. Typography echoes the meaning of the poem. Bravo!

Anonymous said...

Hello! :)