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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."
SHE
A very good poem. A hard hitter.
Outperforms Poe
This poem outperforms
Poe
Rich in imagery throughout,
Rich in imagery throughout, but an absolutely incredible piece of imagery in the final lines.
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."
This is powerful. Still
This is powerful. Still feeling the impact of the images you used to create this haunting portrait. Brilliant work.
Very nice, a throughly good
Very nice, a throughly good read. Sue.
Wow!
Wow!
J-Called