With tired eyes and sanguine hands
she opened the door
The final sight she saw
before finding what she saw to be
not who she was so much as
what was definitively perceived
was blue spiderwebs on loose skins
.
The light clothed, made her
and voices, elusive as time, echoed
a hush in her eyes and mind
.
How old are you?
.
five (50)
her voice seemed so small, now and again
.
Happy birthday baby
She laughed like an unblemished stream
.
What will you do?
.
Dream...
.
With tired eyes and sanguine hands
she opened the door
and realized she had
no hands at all
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Reviewed by Richard Vallance (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2003
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
How deep can they go? (name of one of the world's best TITANIC sites)
That last verse is a killer!!!
No hands at all!!!
What a HORROR for a poet!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)
As always profound, eh, Tyler?
This is so excellent. Please send it to me for publication in the Winter issue of Poetry in Emotion.
Also check out my SECOND Iliad sonnet on my AD.
Bye for now,
Dame Edna II of Canuckistan
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2003
....hmmm.Tyler..you've got me thinking..and thinking...and thinking...
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
How deep can they go? (name of one of the world's best TITANIC sites)
That last verse is a killer!!!
No hands at all!!!
What a HORROR for a poet!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)
As always profound, eh, Tyler?
This is so excellent. Please send it to me for publication in the Winter issue of Poetry in Emotion.
Also check out my SECOND Iliad sonnet on my AD.
Bye for now,
Dame Edna II of Canuckistan
Vesna