the way you
dys-remember
us
dismembers me,
ripping heart from sleeve,
torn in fragments,
crimson tissue
littering the street,
diamonds rubied
to burning coal
beneath bare feet,
walking as i do,
away from you,
two steps forward,
one step back to me.
You express so much with an economy of words that is impressive, Anne. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on July 27, 2005
Thank God for simplicity and choice words. I loved the beginning of this the best, because that "dys-remember" stays with the reader throughout the poem.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(