A Poem by Roberta Weth

and older piece that I've taking a new look at and reediting.

Water rolls in, pulling the air 
A sea of mist churning away 

Pulsing, dancing to the beat
Of the heart, she thought broken

Shapes weave in and out  
Shadows, day dreams, and memories 
Dance hidden, behind walls of fog 

Haunted eyes, country song lyrics
Half-imagined remembrances 

Call to her, taunting
From within the cold mist

Bare arms red and shivering 
Hands over her ears

she walks deeper into the
Shimmering womb  

Following the mocking smile 
Of reality

© 2011 Roberta Weth

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Added on May 11, 2011
Last Updated on May 11, 2011


Roberta Weth
Roberta Weth

Portland, OR

I twenty years old, and I spent the majority of those years out in the middle of nowhere listening to country music so don't be surprised if the word y'all creeps up in my poetry or stories although .. more..

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