Wednesday, March 20, 2013

my arm has grown strong


you're lucky i put my stick down.
my arm has grown strong 
as the canyon is wide.
with each swing ripe apples fall
a crack, a cry, then silence.

5 comments:

annamaria said...

Love this;-)

Michelle @ Give a Girl a Fig said...

I love the first line...so much. It gives a powerful image...at least to me. Or maybe I'm just in a bit of a puffed up mood...;)

abby said...

I look forward to these poems. Keep them up!

EleanorJune said...

found your blog stumbling through beautiful blogs. i love this little poem. really striking.

Elizabeth McTear said...

beautiful and strong.