My Sole
If I was poured out on the ground............
the fishes of my soul would gasp
and flip and flop until at last ,
some homeless waif should mercy measure me,
and scoop me up and throw me to the sea.
Copyright © Jesse Thompson | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment