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I am my own overabundance

by Vere Mantratriad

home is lined with digits
memories spiked with smiles
I am not to refuse
where I had no right
it may be called concentric
a dull blade to a shine
but some day poppies may grow
where I used to have eyes

05/03/2006

Posted on 05/03/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/05/06 at 04:28 AM

Unusual and mysterious to me...I love especially the way you end this!

Posted by Anne Boulender on 07/17/06 at 04:58 AM

I added this one to my favorites too.

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