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Alabaster stones
by Vikki OwensLet me reach to the night sky
through dank earth,
I will hold the stars between
dead fingers, moist with dew
and my alabaster stone
will make my headboard...
Let the dirt make my bed,
sleep in the silent
midnight
an easy breeze over my body
and the
hungry
worms... 11/06/2003 Posted on 11/07/2003
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 11/07/03 at 02:50 PM I would post a comment, but my name's nto Gabriel. LOL No, seriously, this is an intriguing piece, leaves me very curious. I like. :)
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| Posted by Melinda Sordino on 11/08/03 at 02:42 AM very cool, and i agree, the images are interesting...overall, i really liked it :-) |
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