by John Sibley Williams
I fashion myself a question mark
completing each great statement
like the unseen iron studs quivering
within a motionless bridge
like the falling iron bridge
over a pure, motionless river
like the iron voice of water
when the rains pick up
and hurl my iron prayers
for a different gravity
out before my eyes,
that are watching
from the iron bridge.
Motionless.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
John Sibley Williams is the author of six chapbooks, winner of the HEART Poetry Award, and finalist for the Pushcart and Rumi Poetry Prizes. He has served as Acquisitions Manager of Ooligan Press and Publicist for Three Muses Press and holds an MFA in Creative Writing and MA in Book Publishing. Some of his over 200 previous or upcoming publications include: The Evansville Review, RHINO, Rosebud, Ellipsis, Flint Hills Review, and Poetry Quarterly.
Last updated September 08, 2011