Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Doubt dressed

Doubt dressed my naked helpless mind
in robes of shivered cloth which dragged
with icy purity along the stones  of life.
In trail of darkened hem, it followed close behind,
and threatened with its tangled edge
to trip the feet of time.
The pull of reasoned certainty brought close
the fabric held, in folded deep imagining
the world and all that dwelled, in hidden
lost becomings, which only hope revealed.


1 comment:

  1. that is beautifully gripping. oh that I could write so well. happy evening to you Roslyn Ross.

    ReplyDelete