Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2012
The way in which
my stomach stirs
is just as when
I touched your face
where you lay
while you slept
with your head
tilted back
and your eyes
closed-skyward--
where were you looking?
what did you see?
did you behold me?
Oh, something
has touched me--
reached inside
with fingertip
and touched the surface
of my waters;
they spin there,
stirring, stirring,
waking.  Oh,
what is happening?
(c) KEP 2012

for once im posting something that's essentially a draft
it is not a pristine or special piece of poetry i suppose, but there was no other way i wanted to say this...
anyway im looking for mags and anthologies and ezines and etc to submit my stuff for $$ (broke college kid, help me if you have any good publishers) and most markets dont take anything posted online, which counts as "previously published elsewhere."  so i'm gonna have to crank some good stuff and not be able to share it here...but hopefully i'll be promoting some stuff with the good news that i've gotten my writing out into the world soon enough :)
Karen Elena Parks
Written by
Karen Elena Parks  Arlington, TX
(Arlington, TX)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems