The mute years are dunes
of unwritten words
that shift with the winds,
memories evanescent as mirages.
I wish I had driven poems
like stakes into the ground
to anchor time.
The mute years are dunes
of unwritten words
that shift with the winds,
memories evanescent as mirages.
I wish I had driven poems
like stakes into the ground
to anchor time.
Agnes Vojta grew up in Germany and now lives in Rolla, where she teaches at Missouri S&T. Her work has been published in the Gasconade Review, Poetry Quarterly, Southwinds, and elsewhere.
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I like that the first stanza is fluid and how the sharpness of the second contrasts it.