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Soon To Sleep -- In memorium
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
My prism dims now. Crimson tulips drain to gray. The orange has no bitter tang. Everything tastes the same. The sun sinks, light rays like crab legs spread to the waters edge. I sink in, grain by grain. The black, black, blackest moon-pulled waves call me home. Submerged, I tangle with blue fish and kelp. Promise to tell my story before I wash out with the tide, and I will surrender. Ink my wisdom inside waterproof books, so my children will remember.
02/05/2004 Author's Note: In memory of my dearest Rosalie, May 31, 1954--February 6, 2004.
Posted on 03/05/2004
Copyright © 2025 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 03/05/04 at 05:09 AM Leslie, I don't know what I like so much about this piece, but it has me enthralled. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 03/08/04 at 03:53 PM great read :), and your decor really enhances your words. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/08/04 at 07:21 PM Not your usual tribute, and for that I like this very much. Great descriptiveness! |
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