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the fog's got her heels
by Rachelle Howei'm in an indigo haze.
the windowblinds are speaking,
they say, "look, girl,
look and see the world.
see the fog. see it all.
i'll offer that much."
i peek through, but
the grass hasn't been cut lately,
and i feel overgrown.
it could be days
before the snow fades through,
before my eyes are
opened like a child's.
i had that innocence
that spoke of volumes,
these days when we
were pin-pricked and
begged for it.
but our halos are wandering,
they've been knotted
into duct tape balls.
and i couldn't be more worn
if you'd washed me through ten cycles,
i couldn't be more tired
if i slept for days. 01/23/2004 Author's Note: okay, okay, i repent. i've gotten my 39 lashes for claiming writer's block for this one. well. PFFT. it sure felt like it. all grainy and sweaty in my palms.
Posted on 01/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/26/04 at 06:08 AM Alluring title, and a message with grit. Ditch the authors note and strike the pad, Rachelle, you're on a role.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 01/28/04 at 02:53 AM i like this...the images you create are so vivid. |
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