This is an etheree. It's not a form I'm crazy about, but writing one is a good challenge.
I
(seashell
full of surf)
echo always
the music of home.
Wavelike voices whisper
through the chambers of my heart
through the listening silences
that shadow the thickets of my mind.
I can’t be parted from my memories.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Etheree
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