Hollowed Hope September 24, 2008
Posted by Jason Keath in Creative Writing, Life, Poem, Poetry, Writing.trackback
A visitor spoke with hollowed hope that she would take his hand
An empty man a day away felt her heartslip like lakeshore sand
The first two join, an old pair parts, and love leaks far from land
© 2007 Argonaut
Argonaut 
The poetry here always seems to somehow hit home for me on many levels…