Search
  • Amber Ambrose

Poem 28: Eternally New



What is it like in a liminal state?

Not fully asleep, not fully awake.


You’re not here, nor are you there

Pieces of you, float everywhere


Drifting along in the hot, summer breeze

Dusted across the leaves in the trees


Scattered atop the wet dirt of the yard

Perched on the roof, standing valiantly guard


Misted between the droplets of dew

Shapeless and fluid, eternally new



0 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All