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This State of...
by Maureen Glaudelighting cigarettes
just to let them burn out
coffee and sweets are
void of taste
old joys and needs
draped in dust sheets
in a closed-up room like in Heathcliffs house
long after Cathys death
poems almost
reach the portion of the
brain/heart that signals
the appetite's satisfied
but nothing fills
if only
all were
well again 04/11/2005 Posted on 04/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/11/05 at 10:34 PM ...incompleteness? All=everything/everyone? Felt this... |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/13/05 at 02:21 PM It grabs out the heart--and I don't think anything I can say can do this poem justice. So I will just say I like it |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/13/05 at 05:30 PM Very moving, love the bit about Catherine and Heathcliff. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/16/05 at 02:50 PM Worthy expression of internal turmoil. I'm sure we all can relate to the depression/sadness of this piece in our own way. |
| Posted by Kimberly Rhode on 04/18/05 at 05:05 AM I feel this so much right now, thank you.. |
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