Poetry Less Than Daily

Strong Poems. Beautiful Poems. Tough Poems. Poems w/ the F-word. Poems less frequent than before but no less kick-ass.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Shanna Compton


To my dear & loving head wound,
There is no beautiful mountain
anywhere near where you were born.
But let's just say there were,
instead of swamp & highway
instead of woods & marsh gas
instead of dualie pickup trucks
with slingshot gangs and make-up
camouflage there were a pretty mountain.
You would have climbed it first of all.
I would have too, to meet you.


At 6:10 AM, Blogger Laurel said...

This is a great!! little poem and a great!!! idea for a little site. I will blogroll you and visit dailier...


At 6:34 AM, Blogger shanna said...

hey--how could i not instantly love this new blog? ;) thanks.


Post a Comment

<< Home