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the new library
by Meghan Helmichthese quiet walls have been painted
in strange delicate colors
from descriptions that i can't believe
you would have ever given.
but here are your soft lips,
pursed in admittance and
something like wisdom.
what was placed in my hands
is of no substance, only heavy
airs that slide out from between
harvest brown sheets. volumes
that you did not dictate,
but that i wrote down privately.
a deep cup for the dripping
that inevitably slides down from you
and carries me afloat.
09/01/2007 Author's Note: (slightly) revised 7/14/08
Posted on 09/01/2007
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/01/07 at 03:09 PM It's really strong so far. Your imagery is right on, and it's keeping a good focus from start to finish. At this point, the only real advice I can offer is to maybe add a couple more lines here and there to give a little more depth. But that's just me. What you've got here is really good stuff. |
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