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I remember it like gold in lamplight
by Karen MichelleThis skin feels stretched
and broken in places;
these limbs not pliable
as once they were;
and this brain muddled
between extremes of
plans and tasks and
dead -
____lines____
Here is where I cut
loose and remember
the comfort of words -
although these days
it feels as though there
is no subject in the air
worthy of exposition.
Love is love,
soft and private;
labour, too mundane
and friendship,
overly complex
for contemplation.
So I write...for
writing's sake. Plain,
and underdeveloped -
phrases cruelly lacking
in the elegance I once
exhaled. But now this
breath
stops
short...
drowning in mediocrity.
10/25/2004 Posted on 10/25/2004
Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 10/25/04 at 05:42 PM wow. I found this very strong, and identified with the comfort of a poem vs. the deliberation of love vs. friendship. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/26/04 at 02:22 AM Simplicity is often more elegant than elegance itself. You've created a wonderful mindlight with your words. Thank you. This goes straight into my favorites. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/11/15 at 04:08 PM "Here is where I cut
loose and remember
the comfort of words -" love these lines. The poem feels subdued like a mellow beer - depth and experience. |
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