by Matthew Zangen
She thinks 'love' and 'hate' are words
to the dimly reading eyes of strangers.
she speaks, often,
like they are the synonymous couple,
other half, so
she won't tell anyone but her notebook--
a good listener:
bound and pressed
and choked with ink.
Posted on 07/31/2006
Copyright © 2022 Matthew Zangen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/13/06 at 01:11 AM|
"Bound and pressed and choked with ink" - Brilliant.
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/13/06 at 04:19 AM|
Matthew, CONGRATULATIONS on POTD! I like the theme of the poem, but more the form, since it looks like the longer lines could almoste be a poem in themselves.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 08/01/08 at 01:23 AM|
WOW! Really well done. It is unfortunate that words are so little considered when used and even less understood. Nice write.
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 12/20/08 at 05:40 PM|
again, an impressive piece.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/09/09 at 12:08 PM|
poets speak for themselves as well, as you have done here and remarkably so.