(untitled) what you become
by Leah Laiben
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
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.