When There Was Music by Trisha De GraciaThere was music, then.
It filled me to the brim with fluid ecstasy
and spilled over my edges into every aspect of my life-
spilled in just the way ripe peach juice spills
outside the glass of some exuberent little child
and onto her plump little hands.
It spilled
and I delighted to wipe the sticky sweet
onto my brand new sundress.
07/03/2004 Posted on 07/03/2004 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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Posted by Barbara Griffith on 07/03/04 at 07:20 PM When I read this my first thought was that you had found a picture of yourself, and remembered the situation. The music in this poem doesn't sound like happy music. It seems like it's "time to face the music." Really well written. :) |
Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 07/04/04 at 04:23 AM this is truely beautiful. you said quite a lot in not a lot of words. i love it. |
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