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bait and switch
by S. ChenNo ache in the soles of her feet,
her red horses to nowhere,
tumbling down white gravel paths
beneath a lowering sky, skin
glowing grey in the shuttered sun.
Thats not it, she says,
Thats not it at all.
Empty, her breaking hands,
her sweating heart,
lightless glass in a swarming
room, echoing no candle,
no drifting note.
Thats not it, she says,
Thats not it at all.
10/20/2007 Author's Note: Temp title, another poem for my creative writing class.
Posted on 10/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 S. Chen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 12/03/07 at 02:04 AM I absolutely love this. The repetition really sets the tone of the poem. I can relate to this on so many levels. Personally, I've never really been pleased with what I've got. It's never enough. I feel that insatiability conveyed in this piece and I love it. Great write! +Favorites |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 08/13/14 at 06:39 AM oh but the title really works - very nice work- very very nice - class? you should teach.... |
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