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Closer
by Kitty NessThese little efforts,
these little grains
do
their
work
I no longer want to see you
sated, proud, or taken in.
You can walk heavy as gold and
in your wake will come the
gatherers.
I have done
the job I was called to do,
and you have been relieved
of life
and the subtle perjury
of living
Draw in your quiet breaths now,
and let me finish.
We all have reasons to be charming,
but this is my last,
Come and see what thing
I have made
and tell me
Who
it
is.
02/22/2007 Posted on 02/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kitty Ness
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Moore on 10/03/07 at 05:08 PM It takes a great amount of effort to write poetry that reaches out to the reader. Everyone could take something from this piece. Very well done! |
| Posted by Gregory R Schelske on 05/02/12 at 02:50 PM I realize poetry is open to interpretation. I may be off the mark here, but this piece reminds me of words spoken from a daughter to her recently-passed mother. Beautiful! |
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