THE STICK
I saw a stick strong and bold
fall to this world
from a midnight sky.
it pierced the earth
with a sigh
and cast shadows twisted and worn
in the light of a pale moon.
I touched it to see
If this were the miracle
to set me free.
Suddenly
t became a livng thing
wrapped itself around
me like a string.
Now I cast shadows
twisted and worn
in the light of sun
and dark of moon
Comments
Joe
The image this poem produces is astounding.
Thank you. Chrys, I work
Thank you. Chrys, I work better in allegory than being too diirect and descriptive.