Escape Artist


Digging a hole
deep enough to shelter,
relax in shadows,
no direct sunlight
to blind eyes
or cause leakage
that might muddy
softly blurred edges.

Keeping colors
safe, almost pastel
but not quite.
Time and space
to more agreeable
songs without hooks
that might pierce
thin skin
of knowing.

Might bring close,
then closer,
that might cause

Lyrics that whisper
into shouts
that refuse
to be shushed.
Tangled knots
tied as tight
as forever,
demanding red,
deep purple, or just
dirty dark brown,
ground as rough,
as solid, as concrete
that has never seen
spade or shovel,
has never been

Elizabeth Crawford  1/11/10


About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here:
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