This poem was written early this morning, and holds a deep meaning.
(It was written before announcement of a site called circleblulite (which to my surprise has a link to my poetry site). Coincidental use of the word 'circle'...lol
Circles
Feb 22 2010
Our sharpened pencil presses upon
Most vulnerable point held in time
Moving without effort easterly
Then slides into place just fine
Lying helpless, a hand provides
This stab awards even more
A curving figure stretches on
Again still yearning for more
Halfway is merely a crescent
The lowest point stops to cry
Suspended it'll regain momentum
Travel up in tandem we try
There's only just one direction
From down under over to west
Nearly complete as fog rises
Days ahead for our hearts rest
Nearly there and almost done
It's time to connect the line
A bent one perhaps - - still perfect
This circle is yours and mine
We cling inside the center
We scream and beg and plead
Life isn't about running in circles
It's breaking walls to fill love's need
