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Revealing
by Kate DemereeWhat now, shall I purse dry, cracking lips
Blow away the dust from emotions
Left behind like paint pealing itself
From old boards, too long in the sun and rain
Shall I slip the tip of a warm, wet tongue
Between their set lines,
Moisten them in preparation for
The emergence of whatÂ…
Pick up the pen again,
String together syllables and shapes
In an effort to create something
Viable, readable, understandable
Form this hodge-podge mind and heart
Where everything seems to be too jumbled
To tangled to ever unravel or make sense
Where to start, which word,
How do I begin againÂ…
06/14/2004 Posted on 06/14/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/14/04 at 06:33 PM let's hope so, that you will take up pen and carry on taking up the minds of readers. So evocative and I felt from the opening I was at Maine again, with the salt breezes on cottages, somehow. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/15/04 at 03:33 AM Well, just gather your self and you have gathered the piece, which you have done, as a matter of fact. Every thing is here, we are not. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/15/04 at 11:01 AM where to begin is as viable a thought as where to end and as we never truly begin, it is not necessary to know our points of departure nor plot our points of destination, for where we are we are and ever shall be. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 06/15/04 at 11:19 PM This simply blew me away...I found it quite similar in essence and style to several of Shakespeare's dramatic soliloquies, which is high praise! ;) |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/21/04 at 06:21 PM congrats on hitting #1 so fast. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/21/04 at 08:34 PM Outstanding Kate....Charlie |
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