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Well Bonnie This Phoenix Could Use a Diner
by Howard F Farewell
Waking up from the impenetrable void
Fingers grasping for anything and finally grab hold
Waking up from a coma is by all means an understatement
When you jolt up as if from a 3 month long nightmare
Palm sweat dried and filled with your hands
Gasping for air as her mere presence calms
Blinking the burning light from these ashen reborn eyes
I could only ask
WhatÂ’s to eat? 06/18/2005 Author's Note: best if read with what now clyde -(kinser)
Posted on 06/18/2005
Copyright © 2024 Howard F Farewell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 02/20/07 at 04:25 AM Howard, I read Becca's first, but now it makes more sense after reading yours. They both have an element of ironic humor to them. Excellent. I like this form of collab. They are wonderful companion pieces.
~Chelle~ |
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