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perfection personified
by Kyle Anne Kisha perfect snowflake
lands on my screen
she brushes her hair
to a sheen in front
of a darkened window
he lays in bed,
contemplating
the ceiling
the children
go hungry ...
again
gang land lines
are crossed ...
and bullets go awol
she brushes her hair
he lays in bed
the children go hungry
gang land lines are crossed
the perfect snowflake
on my screen
has melted 01/19/2008 Posted on 01/19/2008
Copyright © 2025 Kyle Anne Kish
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/20/08 at 04:04 AM why do so many choose not to bother..when they know their help is greatly needed and appreciated? a million dollar question.. you have captured it well here.. aloha..;-0 |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/25/08 at 09:36 PM Wouldn't it be wonderful if all of life could be like the beauty of a single snowflake? Yet for many people, they live in the brutal and stark reality of each day being one of survival, without anything to help them believe life could be otherwise. That's what I see in your words. The snowflake falling is hope; melted, hope is gone. Hope could exist here, but its ground in sadness and despair. A unique look at life.
*~Chelle~* |
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