Expectations of Sanity(Revised Version) by Maureen Glaudebecause I still breathe
Im 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 © 2024 Maureen Glaude
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