Sunday, January 23, 2011


    In her slow breaths I see

The Tasmanian devil tamed

The whirlwind roped by its tail

Her continuous movement,

While fluid and confident, is halted.

    She would shudder to know

I am watching, memorizing,

Her lashes low, crystalline eyes veiled

The lines of her nose, jaw line and cheeks.

In uncommon silence, she reposes.

No furrowed brows, only peace.

She is beautiful when she sleeps.


Catherine Schmidt





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