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(untitled) what you become

by Leah Laiben

the way
your eyes reflect light;
chips of glass gleaming in the sun

your bronzed skin
pales in moonlight;
when the year begins to fade and die

full wet lips
chap and burn

pure soul

thats all.


Posted on 12/04/2003
Copyright © 2021 Leah Laiben

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Stephanie Kent on 12/05/03 at 03:53 PM

Very clever. Loved the repetition of "curious".

Posted by John Harder on 12/05/03 at 04:22 PM

sounds like what happens in winter. good read.

Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 12/08/03 at 10:03 PM

Leah, I like this a lot. I would have used "orbs of glass" rather than "chips ..." But, de gustibus non est diputandum.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/28/14 at 01:04 PM

this is a lovely ode. Congratulations on POTD.

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