Friday, December 09, 2005

friday poetry blogging - fourth edition...

reaping - by me (broken ladder)

the world was
too small to
hold her

like a china
teacup overflowing
with bitterness
into a saucer full
of sad

hopeless voices
crashed around
in her head


hissing "can't"
and "mustn't" and
"no good"

and so
she gave it all away

allowed herself
to relent
to the pull of gravity

to collapse
into grief
with quiet dignity

and days stretched into weeks
stretched into months
stretched into lifetimes

as she broke apart
and fell into dust, dirt
the soil
from which she'd been sown.


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