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This is It
by Trisha De GraciaThe stories of forgotten
drenched in seasons of our absences
the chill of foreheads pressed on panes of glass
the autumn leaves
And still I marvel at your courage
maiming crowbars one by one
in vain to find the smile you lost
between these cherub's lips 05/10/2007 Posted on 05/10/2007
Copyright © 2025 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 05/11/07 at 11:07 AM You speak much in eight little lines - poignant and excellent (I liked the part about the crowbar best) - very well done. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/12/07 at 08:03 AM "maiming crowbars..." stunning writing and I can feel the frustration. Super piece Trisha! |
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