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allowed (cinquain)

by Meredith C Hartwell

I drink
milk with hunger
gulping, almost wishing
it liquor or something harder
like life.

Once more.
I should have known.
I am nothing special
to him. For you have always held
his heart.

12/02/2001

Posted on 12/02/2001
Copyright © 2025 Meredith C Hartwell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rachelle Howe on 02/24/09 at 01:08 AM

Ouch. Well, I think that there is a deeper diamond here. I like the first stanza. I would revisit this and explore the intricacies which are begging to be unraveled.

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