( n e w )


(new) skin
I'm become
Me
a poet's soul
tattered
by circumstance
yet still
(whole)

(new) life
making images
with vision
verse
(word music)
harmony of creation
to the orchestra
of change

(new) face
smiling behind
haunted eyes
holds hope
for a
(new) day

a (new) soul
exposed--

© 2000 Erin D. Conroy.

Notes: This poem was actually written to go on the splash page. Even though I decided not to use it, it is still one of my better attempts at experimental poetry.
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