She

She lays worn out

on her kitchen table,

cold coffee dripping

on a splintered wooden floor.

The preacher man running

from a smudged windowpane.

Not recalling who she was,

she births a bird from her mouth,

as she whispers, "no more."

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mil57man's picture

SHE

A very good poem. A hard hitter.

saiom's picture

Outperforms Poe

 

This poem outperforms

Poe



 

 

lyrycsyntyme's picture

Rich in imagery throughout,

Rich in imagery throughout, but an absolutely incredible piece of imagery in the final lines.

SSmoothie's picture

Wow! Profound!

Wow! Profound!


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

patriciajj's picture

This is powerful. Still

This is powerful. Still feeling the impact of the images you used to create this haunting portrait. Brilliant work. 

sweetwater's picture

Very nice, a throughly good

Very nice, a throughly good read. Sue.

S74RW4RD's picture

Wow!

Wow!


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