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Sunday, September 19, 2010

Two poems by Chris Carroll

I

One enters sleep
with a sliver of hope:
that fragile childhood thread
still connected to the wobbly tooth
and wakes to find it gone.




II

Fragments from a lost heart

Life simpliciter
Glimpses of passion and purpose
From another world
Fall as shadows
Around the walls of this prison



Posted by Paul Bagshaw at 2:41 pm No comments:
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