facing up

unsaid saying the unsaid

fuses the broken clouds

around the dream

makes the river crossing

with undercurrents of dread

sharpens the disconnection

as if writing backwards

towards the intention

not the result

that finally congeals

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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