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In Awhile
by Kate DemereeThey say it will get better
As the days go slowly by
Shaking their heads in wonder
At tears that refuse to dry
There is a dimly lit chamber
Filled with gathered shells
In a box lined with blue
A silver tiger dwells
Targets pierced, barrel dressed in rust
Standing there discarded next to
Rended heart, lost love, and trust 09/26/2004
Posted on 09/27/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/27/04 at 01:32 PM such a tigress at heart thou art, shred thee my soul to shreds. |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 09/27/04 at 04:11 PM it is simple but provacative...full of meaning. stellar |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/28/04 at 01:01 AM Sad but well written poem Katie....Charlie |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/28/04 at 02:38 PM 'Rended heart, lost love, and trust'This sounds so sad and so hopeless. Hope is after all synonym of love and trust. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/29/04 at 03:11 AM Time is not healer... sorrow can gain momentum barreling down memory lane... let us cry together to alleviate the pain. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/29/04 at 05:05 PM ah, bittersweet...one only hopes the feeling, like most, is a transient, not a permanent visitor |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 09/29/04 at 10:35 PM Read this over several times to try to get a real fix on it. Chilling in all cases. The many references, ie dimly lit chamber, shells, targets, barrel, etc. (brilliant btw) make me think of a gun. But I'm not sure if the inference was possibly to suicide at its hand or murder. Probably suicide but in either case quite tragic that anyone would let this "tiger" out of the box. Marvellous writing Kate! A new fav of mine. |
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