new poem

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by dazzle11215, Jun 14, 2008.

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  1. dazzle11215

    dazzle11215 Staff Alumni


    late november afternoons
    on the twelfth floor
    saturdays will always taste
    like tobacco. floor polish,

    she spends hours
    opening and closing the drawers
    the dust rests on the glass case
    like the lake
    after a brief snow

    some girls, they fight
    hearts pounding
    they dream mexico,
    oranges, azure waters.
    oak trees

    other girls
    lay down in warm wax
    & holding their breath
    they wait
    wait for the pins
  2. The_Discarded

    The_Discarded Staff Alumni

    the imagery in this is great.
    nicely written.
  3. dazzle11215

    dazzle11215 Staff Alumni

    thanks. i don't write as much as i used to but this one had been floating around for a few hours waiting to be written down
  4. The_Discarded

    The_Discarded Staff Alumni

    i'm glad you wrote it down. :smile:
  5. aki

    aki Well-Known Member

    I love this, it's so beautiful.
  6. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    beautiful poem catherine!!
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