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::ghosts fade, eventually::
by Bethany Lee
the washing machine
spun to a halt with my heart...
the thread unwound,
the silver-chord that had
woven us intricately together,
slowly slithering away with the wind,
like a coiled snake searching for a new home
in some damp, moss-covered cavern.
i say the puddles on the pavement
are results of melting snow,
to disguise that these are
my ice-sculptured visions...
reality has had too long to
seep into my ivory palace...
necklaces were given away,
earrings lost,
bracelets broken,
cloth unraveled...
only the words remain.
(i couldn't bear to lose them, too,
they're all i have after losing you...)
03/10/2003 Posted on 03/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Bethany Lee
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/10/03 at 05:52 PM They do. With the passage of time. With the winning of associations. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/10/03 at 07:18 PM Although a washing machine seems a little out of place in this piece about displaced love, those last three lines are pure haunting magic. |
| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 03/12/03 at 09:20 PM Reality has a tendency of mimicking the damp in my attic; it always seeps in somehow. This is a beautiful, melancholy and very lonely poem. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/09/03 at 06:40 PM You write sadness so beautifully... great poem. |
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