The Spoonbill Generator

Loneliness Corrupted By Fishes

Homesick while at home--candles melt like promises [F]

Surrounded by friends and family, yet terribly alone [Karin]

In the sobbing mystery that is humanity [Apsley]

I touch these homey artifacts, reading them like Braille [F]

(Although one who does not know the meaning of the runic mounds) [Apsley]

Could perhaps explain the syntax and parenthesis--thank you [F]

Contributors: F, Karin, Apsley.
Poem finished: 15th December 2003 by Anon..