| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 08/31/03 at 10:34 PM And the poem rocks.Yeah. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/01/03 at 01:20 AM What a haunting and beautifully written poem! Yes, indeed, the rock of age. I couldn't help but picture elders at nursing homes. Quite poignant your poem is for me, Kristine. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 09/01/03 at 08:29 AM A curious bit of poetry, one that I very much enjoy in sort of a spooky way. All kinds of interesting ideas come up after reading, excellent writing as ever. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/02/03 at 01:28 AM Well written, haunting poem Kris. It does indeed have an air or as you put it airlessness of finality. Kudos! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/02/03 at 04:54 PM this reminds me very much of some of anne sextons works. very well plastered on the page, darling. this emotion is definitely one that i can relate to: that crazy woman on her porch with her cats. i love it. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 09/02/03 at 06:22 PM The dirt drums
on the lid, and
the worms burrow in.
fantastic line!
a great circular rhythm, with just a hint of terror --
They think they are
sneaking up on me,
but I know about them!!!! |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 09/03/03 at 01:16 AM Haunting IS the feeling of this one, especially with the dirt drumming and worms burrowing while in that airlessness. A waking coffin from which I hope you will be relieved in order to grace us with more of your marvelous self. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/03/03 at 06:34 PM Introspective and honest. Great little read that shares so much. |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 09/03/03 at 11:52 PM an interesting read, i enjoyed it. |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 09/04/03 at 03:28 AM This is great Kristine..I love the way you rock! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/05/03 at 05:19 AM Reminds me of the old, "the worms crawl in, the
the worms crawl out, they crawl all over your
mouth and snout." ~(8^D)=(...Charlie |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/09/03 at 03:48 AM This is truly a macabre look at life from the inside your your own pine box. Great perspective and superb illusion, Kristine.
Peace... |
