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Expectations of Sanity(Revised Version)

by Maureen Glaude

because I still breathe
I’m expected to
pick my way over
the piled up bones
of loved ones gone

as if no loss is great enough
to paralyze

some walk
some rest

too many endings
at the wake of beginnings
worn in the stiffness
of my shoulders
night to dawn

05/27/2004

Author's Note: After trying Don Campbell's suggestion of inverting the order of some stanzas, in my original earlier posted, and finding several critique mates, last night, agreed they preferred the new version, as above, this is the one that stands. Thanks for that input, Don, that was seconded by Jamie Meriweather here.

Posted on 05/27/2004
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/30/04 at 11:49 AM

Reads very smoothly! A very good poem for reflection on this Memorial Day Weekend!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/04 at 01:20 PM

Hmmm...sorry Mo, not bad, but I prefer the first version.

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