POEMS
 

by
 

Sarah Gallant
 

Poems are friends.
They lend their rhyme and meter
to this eager scribe,
pouring out unannounced,
spilling onto paper towels,
paper scraps and bags,
or maybe a hand or two
in ~waves~;
Ridden out, Tunneled,
Navigated;
Pummeled against the rocks,
and beached upon desolate docks.
Poems acting as compasses
guiding ghost ships
through haunted, sunken dimensions
of wondering and wandering angst.
They're measures of synthesis,
and of stars and sea;
Signaling signatures of places unknown,
yet somehow remembered.

This page last updated October 9, 2000