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A Great Poem is a Punch in the stomach

by Maria Terezia Ferencz

It was then when
it hit me
as hard as a punch
to the sofest spot of
my abdomen
Perhaps Marcus was
CORRECT
I should be more
of less
less believing less feeling
more stoic
ACCEPT
my fate
natural order
DEATH
reading prose of borrowed time
oh how fleeting so sublime
OH so this IS all there is?
a Mia Farrow smile
his crying in rhyme
a reminder of her face
our friendship OUR TIME
so fleeting
her life

08/01/2007

Author's Note: Inspiration seeded by: "On Borrowed Time" by Chris Sorrenti the plant that grew was memory of my friend Billie-Jo Jones. I hear her saying hyphen in my head. Thank you Chris I needed to visit her.

Posted on 08/02/2007
Copyright © 2020 Maria Terezia Ferencz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/03/07 at 07:27 PM

Hi Maria. Thanks for your comment on Borrowed Time, and glad it inspired you to write more poetry. Yes, a good poem can knock the wind out of you figuratively speaking. Best regards! :o)

Posted by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh on 09/28/10 at 10:32 PM

A great poem should always hit the pit of the stomach... it is to where we as writers aim...

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